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Benny hadn't set out for the Club that evening with the intention of getting pissed, but that seemed to be the way things were headed. Rather rapidly. She'd had another terrible night's sleep, full of barely remembered nightmares that left her shaken and sweating, and she couldn't bear the thought of spending any more time alone. The Compound had been a possibility, but in the end she'd headed to where the booze was, which shouldn't have been much of a surprise to anyone.

So, she'd parked herself at the bar and started drinking in earnest. Luckily, Lloyd was on that night and he was always good company. Not to mention the fact that he mixed a hell of drink. "Bloody hell, Lloyd. A girl could get used to this kind of thing," she said as she took a sip of her latest. "I think you've definitely found your calling."

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kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 9th, 2009 01:51 pm (UTC)
"My calling is mixing and serving drinks for time traveling chicks, huh?" Lloyd asked, giving her a look of mock offense. "Gee, that's all kinds of flatterin', Benny."

He enjoyed his job at the club, sure. Enjoyed it plenty, and felt pretty much at home there. His calling, though... well, he was still looking for that. If he even had one. Most people got by fine without it, right?

Or maybe he already had found his calling, and wanted nothing more than to forget all about it.

"You know, I used to run shit, back in Vegas," he remarked, in a tone that was vaguely cocky, but mostly just for show. "I think I might be overqualified for this job."

Hey, there was a first time for everything.
bernicesurprise
Mar. 9th, 2009 03:04 pm (UTC)
"Aww, come on now. I didn't mean any offense. And there are worse callings in life than pleasing me, Lloyd." Benny gave him a wink and took another sip. "But honestly now. It's not as if any of us is exactly living up to our potential stuck here on this bloody island. I think we're pretty much all overqualified. At least you've found something to pass the time."

Benny was struck once again by how little she'd accomplished since arriving. She had plans, certainly. But she'd managed to bugger up pretty much every last one. The best she'd done was to get herself stuck in a cave for days on end waiting for rescue. Goddess, what a fucking joke.

"You know, you don't talk about Vegas much." Benny cocked her head and leveled her gaze at him in the hopes that she might bring him into focus. "What kind of shit did you run, exactly?"
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 9th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, I can think of a couple worse ones," Lloyd admitted dutifully, meeting her wink with a crooked smile. Sure, she was right, and he didn't have a clue what his full potential was, anyway. He'd been used to living with zero expectations.

Until Vegas.

Talking about Vegas wasn't easy, and it wasn't that didn't like to talk about it, it was more that in a lot of ways, he couldn't explain it even if he tried. He was proud of some of the stuff he'd been a part of there, and it had been a good operation for a while, had had some great people.

And at the same time, it had been one big fucking nightmare come true.

"The city," he replied, flashing a grin – half humorous, half dry - that disappeared a moment later. He glanced down at the bar for a moment. It was as accurate as he could put it. "Didn't run all of it, more like made sure it was running okay, kept things organized. We had a flu back home that went and wiped out 'bout ninety-nine percent of the people. We were trying to start over in Vegas." There was a light emphasis on the trying, but nothing too noticeable. "There was a guy in charge, and I was his second-in-command."
bernicesurprise
Mar. 9th, 2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
Her smile gone, she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd seen extinction events before and the idea of him having come from a reality where the Earth was in the midst of one was almost too much to wrap her mind around.

"Lloyd. Goddess. I'm so sorry. I had no idea." The words were so monumentally inadequate as to be almost funny. There was no way in the universe for her to really understand what it would be like to watch the human race die out, and to pretend otherwise would just be insulting.

But the idea of Lloyd having been in such a position of responsibility fit. She knew he was capable of so much more than he thought he was, though she knew there was no point in ever trying to convince him of that. "Did it work? The rebuilding?"
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 9th, 2009 07:51 pm (UTC)
"It's okay," Lloyd said with a light shrug, almost adding by reflex that it was no big deal. But it was about as big a deal as it got, wasn't it?

He hadn't bothered to mourn too much. Hadn't had time to, not when he'd been busy starving to death in a forsaken prison cell. What was the point of mourning a world that had never given a shit about him, anyway?

Maybe it was too much. He didn't think that many of the survivors had managed to honestly wrap their heads around it.

You just kept going. Like it was normal.

It was losing Vegas that had struck much closer to home, more like a punch in the gut, only from the inside, and it didn't go away. Lloyd couldn't ignore it, even if he couldn't fully understand it, either.

"Worked for a while, worked real well, but..." he paused for a second, staring into some spot on the faraway wall before returning his focus to Benny. "It all went to hell after that. You really want to hear that shit now? It's not a real pretty story."
bernicesurprise
Mar. 9th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
"I don't know, Lloyd. I honestly don't know. It's not as if I've been in much of a pretty mood lately." Which was something of an understatement but also an incredibly selfish way to think about it. Not that she'd ever claimed to be anything but selfish when it came to her pain. And misery did love company, at least most of the time. "I suppose that depends on you. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't press the issue. But you should just know that I'm interested if you ever do want to talk about it. I mean, I'll listen."

She downed the rest of her drink in one go and gestured for him to fill her glass again. If they were going to wallow in their misery, she figured she might as well be as piss drunk as possible. Angst always went down better with a chaser.
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 10th, 2009 03:06 pm (UTC)
Lloyd gave a slight smile at that, to let her know he appreciated the offer, before refilling her glass. And he did appreciate it, but which part was he supposed to talk about? The crucifixions? The spies? Flagg?

Might as well cut to the bottom line.

"Well, you could say we went out with a bang. A real big one," Lloyd said casually, deciding that the condensed version was more suited for the occasion.
bernicesurprise
Mar. 10th, 2009 03:47 pm (UTC)
"Well, that doesn't really tell me much." Benny took a sip of her refilled drink and tried to imagine what he meant. He was clearly downplaying the whole situation, and she couldn't blame him for that. She's probably do the same under the circumstances. But she also knew that some of the people who had arrived here did so at the moment of their death. Or, at least that was how they thought of it. "Did you...what kind of bang are we talking about here?"
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 10th, 2009 04:10 pm (UTC)
"The hot and heavy kind," Lloyd tried to joke, though he couldn't help sounding a bit on the sour side. "A-bomb," he said after a beat. That ought to tell her enough, he thought. It wasn't like juicy details would do much to improve the picture, and he wasn't sure how comfortable he was talking about that right now. "I got here at the moment of the blast."

He rested his elbows on the bar, leaning forward slightly. "But hey, I'm the bartender here," he reminded her with a grin. "That's like a low-budget shrink. We're s'posed to be talkin' about you."
bernicesurprise
Mar. 10th, 2009 04:19 pm (UTC)
She grabbed his forearm and held on for a minute, just needing to feel some kind of connection to him. The universe was cruel and capricious and had a bloody vile sense of humor, but it all just kept on going. And at least the island had given him a reprieve, however boring and temporary. "I'm glad you're here, Lloyd. I'm really glad."

She took a long swallow of her drink and knew she'd hit the point of no return as far as drunkeness went. Her words were starting to slur and she was pretty sure if she tried to stand up it might not be her most graceful moment. If she had any sense, she'd slow down, especially given her mood. But she'd never had much sense when it came to drinking and at the very least she hoped this meant she'd pass out eventually. And if she had more nightmares, she wouldn't remember them. "Do we really need to talk about me? I'm bloody bored of me."
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 11th, 2009 12:34 am (UTC)
Lloyd looked at her, a little startled, eyes widening a bit. "Thanks, Benny," he muttered, shooting her a small, slightly awkward but grateful smile. He didn't know what else to say to that. It was a really nice thing to hear.

"Well, I ain't bored of you yet. But we can talk about whatever you like. Like, I don't know, Mars or something." He paused for a second, looking thoughtful. "The planet, not the candy bar." Not that the candy bar wasn't worthy of discussion, of course, but he remembered her mentioning something about Martian cursing.
bernicesurprise
Mar. 11th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
Benny snorted and had to cough a little or risk choking on her drink. "Mars? Yeah, ok. I can talk about Mars. It's cold and abandoned and the radiation can kill you. But the view of the dawn is breathtaking. And the race that used to live there before the cataclysm...well, they're truly remarkable. If a bit militant."

She's always had a great fondness for the Ice Warriors, but she didn't think lapsing into lecture mode was really the way to go. And not only because she was pretty shite at lecturing and she didn't need him falling asleep on her like half of her students always seemed to. "I filmed a documentary on Martian history once. It did rather well, actually," she added with a proud grin.

The grin was short-lived, though. Wiping the little droplets of condensation off of her glass, she sighed. "Lloyd, I've got a question for you. You ever think maybe this place is a punishment? Like...I don't know. Purgatory or something?"
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 11th, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
"You should show it to me sometime," Lloyd offered. Not that he was a huge fan of his history or anything – he was pretty sure he had flunked every history class he'd ever taken – but a documentary about aliens and stuff had to be a little more interesting than what they taught you at school, right?

"Punishment?" He gave her a look that was somewhere between contemplative and amused. It sounded like something Jaye would say. "Naw, Benny, I don't think so. I guess it depends on the person. How you look at it."

Lloyd didn't put much stock in Purgatory or any kind of religious bullshit like that, but he was pretty sure that if all those places existed, he would have taken the expressway to Hell instead of landing here. It didn't feel like punishment to him. Sure, it got boring sometimes and it was crazy more often than not, but it was also one of the nicest places Lloyd had ever been to, and one of the only ones he could call home.
bernicesurprise
Mar. 14th, 2009 02:11 am (UTC)
His response depressed her, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the idea that she was somehow doing it to herself, making her own hell there. But there was nothing for her on the island. All those months and what did she have to show for it besides a string of meaningless shags, a broken hand, and horrific nightmares that never seemed to end.

"Fuck that, Lloyd. Fuck that. This can't all be my fault." She could feel herself starting to tear up and she refused to keep doing that. She was done crying. So, instead she put the glass to her lips and finished the rest of it in one go. Reaching to place the empty back on the bar, she misjudged the distance and it tipped off the edge. The sound of the breaking glass was incredibly loud.

"Well, bugger."
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 14th, 2009 06:02 pm (UTC)
Lloyd looked at her, eyebrows rising a bit, not sure what she was so damn pissed off at the island for. Sure, it could be boring and annoying and even outright sadistic at times, but it wasn't that bad.

"I didn't say it was your--" he began, then winced as the glass broke. Well, that was a sure sign that she wasn't just drunk anymore, and was, give or take, smashed. Matter of fact, she was at a point where he was going to have to cut her off, which he never liked doing. It felt sort of cruel, depriving somebody of their booze, even for their own good.

"Hey, go easy on the glassware," he told her, smiling. "Don't think it's to blame, either."
poison_lipstick
Mar. 14th, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
Saffron had been mingling among the patrons as usual, talking to people, making sure they were having a good time. Her domain was upstairs, mostly, where she gave out lap dances and made sure things were running smoothly, but on occasion she ventured downstairs - to see a musician perform, chat with the employees and patrons there, or maybe just to pull Warrick into their office for a couple of minutes.

She was making her way through the crowd, greeting people here and there, when the sound of breaking glass at the bar nearby caught her attention. Two glasses broken since they'd opened; not a bad track record, but it annoyed her anyhow. Nevertheless, she efortlessly put on her most pleasant smile as she went over to where Benny was talking to Lloyd.

"Lloyd, honey, would you mind getting this broken glass before someone cuts themselves?" Saffron asked him sweetly, then turned to Benny, who was clearly bombed. "You all right there, sugar? I think maybe it's time to switch to water."
bernicesurprise
Mar. 14th, 2009 11:38 pm (UTC)
"You're right, Lloyd. But I suppose it's just more collateral damage." Something about the shock of the sound and the sight of the broken glass all over the floor struck Benny as absurdly funny. Lloyd's reaction hadn't helped much either, and by the time Helen approached, Benny was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes.

It was far from the first time Benny had caused a disturbance in a bar, and as far as those things went, some broken stemware was nothing to write home about. The fact that it had managed to catch the attention of the club's owner was just another piece of shite luck. Wiping her eyes and trying to keep the giggling under control, Benny gave the woman her most contrite smile. "I'm sorry about the mess, Helen. It was an accident. But making me drink water seems like a punishment far outweighing the crime, yeah? How about Lloyd gives me another drink and I promise to be more careful."
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 16th, 2009 11:36 am (UTC)
Yeah, this wasn't moving in a good direction at all. Lloyd had lost count of how many times he'd made trouble in bars and the like, so he had a sort of Spidey Sense when it came to this sort of thing.

He slipped out from behind the bar, crouching to pick up the broken glass pieces, glancing at Benny - currently suffering from a lethal giggle fit - as he straightened up. Punishment far outweighing the crime, huh? Boy, he didn't want to think about how cruel and unusual the hangover was going to be.

His best bet, way he saw it, was to step out of the line of fire and let them go at it - this could get ugly - but both Helen and Benny were friends of his, and he thought he might as well try something.

"Benny, how about we go outside, get some air?" he asked, all casual-like. "I was gonna take a break anyhow."
poison_lipstick
Mar. 16th, 2009 03:16 pm (UTC)
Saffron didn't know Benny well enough to know how she might react; she was much more Bill's friend than Saffron's. They'd done very well in terms of staying away from any incidents at the club, and she wanted it to stay that way. She glanced over at Lloyd with a look of gratitude for him trying to diffuse the situation.

"That sounds like a great idea," she gently prompted, placing a hand lightly on Benny's shoulder.
bernicesurprise
Mar. 16th, 2009 06:58 pm (UTC)
It was entirely possible that Benny would have left quietly if Helen hadn't touched her. And it wasn't so much the touch itself as the unexpectedness of it combined with the fact that Benny had been uncharacteristically skittish since the incident. Either way, when Helen's hand touched her shoulder Benny flinched hard.

"I don't need any bloody air, and I don't need any bloody water, and I especially don't need anyone trying to handle me right now. I'm perfectly fine." In the back of her mind she knew what she was doing was completely stupid, but that didn't matter. She was fully committed to her own stubborness and too drunk to care. "All I really do need is another drink. Can I please have another drink now?"
poison_lipstick
Mar. 16th, 2009 07:10 pm (UTC)
Benny was lucky Saffron was in an excellent mood that night, thanks to an extremely pleasurable afternoon spent with a certain mohawked and pierced hunk, otherwise she might have simply taken it upon herself to throw the woman out on her ass. As it was, she simply arched an eyebrow and looked around briefly to find the nearest bouncer.

Luckily, Cameron was nearby, and Saffron beckoned him over. "Cameron, would you please escort Bernice from the club?" she asked, and while her tone was polite the look on her face was pure ice. "She's indulged a little too much and needs to cool off."
sgmitchell
Mar. 17th, 2009 02:34 am (UTC)
He'd been paying vague attention to the bar since the glass had crashed to the ground, but with the club owner involved, he hadn't been too worried.

When she beckoned him over to intercede, however, he gave a curt nod, and made his way over to the bar, and the trouble there. The brief smile he offered the woman--who seemed vaguely familiar--was professional courtesy rather than his usual friendliness. He reached over to tap the woman's shoulder, and gesture toward the door of the club. "If you would?"
bernicesurprise
Mar. 17th, 2009 02:46 am (UTC)
This time Benny saw it coming, but there was no way she was going to let anyone else start touching her. Not now. She jerked back to avoid his hand but ended up banging her injured arm against the bar, and the pain was sharp and immediate.

"Don't fucking touch me." Her voice was low but sharp and the throbbing in her arm made her heart start pounding in her chest. "I haven't done anything wrong."

She looked back and forth between Lloyd and Helen, wondering how in the hell she was going to get out of this situation without completely humiliating herself. She had a sinking suspicion it was way too late. "I just wanted another drink."
kingshit_lloyd
Mar. 17th, 2009 07:35 am (UTC)
Jesus Fucking Christ. Lloyd hated this shit. He would have preferred to be in Benny's position right now than being stuck in the middle like this, and to be honest, that was the position he was far more used to. A couple of years back, this would have ended with a quick, ugly fight with the bouncer, and Lloyd getting thrown out on his ass.

Now that would have been easy. Maybe even fun. This was more complicated. He had to solidly remind himself that his fist wasn't supposed to go anywhere near the bouncer's face.

Old habits and all.

"Hey man," he told Cameron, his tone casually composed; his 'Vegas' tone, like it often got under pressure. "I got this."

He caught Helen's gaze for a second, with a silent plea to let him handle this. The way Benny was acting, she could end up hurting herself even worse if they didn't wrap this bullshit up now.

"Benny, come on," he said, holding his hand out to her. "Let's blow this popsicle stand. Go for a walk or somethin'." He looked at her, leaving an unsaid but really fucking loud Please in there.
poison_lipstick
Mar. 17th, 2009 08:00 am (UTC)
Saffron's main concern just then was getting Benny out of her club before more of a fuss was kicked up. She'd brought in bouncers for a reason, but if Lloyd thought he could get the woman out of there without incident, she at least had enough faith in him to let him try it. She was slightly irritated at the thought of Lloyd leaving his post to escort a drunk patron home, deliberately ignoring any examination of what further motivation she might have had for her annoyance.

"I think it would be a very good idea for you to go with Lloyd," she said to Benny, clear from her tone that it wasn't a suggestion. And if she refused, Cameron was right at Saffron's side.
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