Irresponsibility [open]

[vincent]

Vincent finished his drink and gave a nod to her question.
"I would hardly make the offer if I didn't mean it." He replied.
"And it will likely be a lot safer than with a cord attached to you. I've been bungee jumping as well, and I actually felt more uneasy than when flying. Could be due to the fact that I wasn;t under my own power though." He commented, thinking back to when he and an old girlfriend had gone jumping. It had been entertaining.

He gave a wide grin at her question about flying the care.
"Well that was something I am glad I didn't get caught doing." He mentioned before ordering another drink, just getting a refill instead of something different.
"This was back in my third year at the Academy, a few friends and I went over to yet another friends for the holidays. He had just gotten this car and was gloating about it. Annoying enough as it was." He said before giving a chuckle as he thought back to that night.

"Well his parents had gotten it for him and warned him that nothing better happen to it or he wasn't getting behind that wheel until graduation. Naturally temptation arose." His smile turned slightly wicked.
"So I used my powers to bring it over to a tree. I had the intent of getting it up into the branches and securing it there. No damage, just a car in a tree. None of them knew about my powers at the time so I thought it would be hilarious to have this car in a tree, not even a scratch and not having anyone know how it happened. Maybe get the guy to shut up about it." He said while barely controlling his laughter.

"Well I wasn't as skilled with my gift as I am now. I had a few drinks and I dropped the car. Thankfully it was only while it was a few feet in the air, so no real damage occurred. Though it killed the joke as I didn't want to chance ruining his car. It was a joke, nothing vindictive. He was a friend and damaging it wouldn't have been funny. It's a pity though. I still think it would have been pretty funny." He said, finishing the little story.
"That stays between us though. Nobody ever learned about it aside from you just now." He added.

[megan]

She too got another Yuengling, deciding tonight was not a night she wanted to be mixing liquors. Then she listened with rapt attention, completely engrossed in his story. The moment he'd mentioned his intent to hang the car up in a tree, Megan burst out laughing. She fought really hard to keep it down to light giggles but was failing miserably. The idea was priceless! "Damn, I wish I had my sketchbook! Drawing that out-" She was laughing too hard to finish the sentence.

He ended the tale a little anticlimactically, but that didn't really matter. It had been a good story indeed, and with four beers in her she was wiping away tears of mirth. His insistence that she keep it secrete only had her snickering harder. Glancing conspiratorially at their surroundings, she pretended to put a key to lips and lock them. Then she snorted, nearly knocking over her new beer in an attempt to contain herself.

Meg had a decent alcohol tolerance, yes, but she was barely five foot two. And this was her fifth drink of the night albeit her second one with Vince. If she didn't stop soon, she'd be well on her way to wasted. At least she was a happy drunk, and she was more than willing to go along with it. "I promise I won't tell a soul!"

[vincent]

Vincent could see that Megan was well on her way to being officially hammered. Not that she seemed to be the problematic type when they would occur, something that many of his friends didn't share, making a large part of his drinking solitary while he would read. It was nice to actually sit down with someone and just have a few drinks, even if she was a bit further along than he was.

Not to say that he wasn't feeling the effects himself. He was on his third drink, but none of them had been weak drinks. He wasn't anywhere near as drunk as Megan, but he certainly had a pleasurable buzz going on and knew that it was a good thing that he didn't have classes to worry about the next day. Not that he worried about a hangover, he didn't plan to get drunk enough for that, but he had the feeling that this was going to be a fairly decent length night.

He smiled at Megan as she made a show of locking her lip and raised his drink at it.
"I appreciate that. it's not a a shame thing, but if the students ever caught wind of that, I doubt they would take me seriously. Not that I want them to take me too seriously in the first place." He said before taking a drink, enjoying the lightheaded warmth he was feeling.

"So do you make your way down here often?" He asked, wondering if perhaps this could be something of a way of life. A good few drinks with a colleague.
"Because I could get used to this. I don't have much company when I feel like drinking most of the time. Well nothing constant that is." He added.

[megan]

She clinked her bottle against his and laughed some more. So he didn't want the students knowing of his younger yeared escapades? That was probably the smart way to behave. Megan, unfortunately, wasn't always that clever and tended to be a little too casual during class time. The things some of her students knew about her probably weren't appropriate. She had a pretty good counter strategy though. "The trick is to get some dirt on them. They're less likely to gossip when you have enough info to land them in detention for a month or worse."

She was still feeling conspiratorial as he asked her how often she frequented Hal's. She learned forward, most of her weight supported by the table now, and beckoned him to do the same. Then she slowly began to point people out, voice an exaggerated whisper as she gave him the rundown on her favorite place to be. "See the bartender? That's Lil' Hal. Hal's actually his middle name, but this place has been in his family for so long that, Hal or not, the bartender's always called Hal. He took my keys on a Friday once and wouldn't give them back to me till Monday came around. Needless to say, I usually don't drive here on weekends.

"Now, the old guy on the far stool, looks kinda like a hunchback? He's Ernie. He's 92, has a glass eye, and the only time I remember being here when he wasn't was when he accidentally shot himself in the foot with his shotgun. The heavyset woman at the other end, wearing too much eyeshadow, is Bev. You don't want to talk to her if you can help it. She's originally from Texas and will talk the ear off of anyone who sits next to her.

"Then there's Pool Ball Pete, who's head's shinier than the cue ball. He's only here on Fridays. He's a good guy, but a hustler, so if you play a round with him make sure you're on his team. Saturday and Sunday you'll find Suzie waitin' tables. She's been working here longer than Lil' Hal's been alive, and all you have to do is order from her once and for the rest of your life she'll remember your name and favorite drink. I don't actually know who tonight's girl is. I think she's new, or might be filling in. I'm almost never here on weekdays.

"And then of course, you have me. I spend most of my weekends here if I don't have any plans. Apart from the locals, Hal's attracts a rather interesting crowd. And you can be sure there's a huge party every time one of the students turns twenty-one. Those are usually the most entertaining nights to be here." She finished with a grin, mentally running over what she'd just said while scanning faces in the bar. She thought that was everyone, for the most part. She probably missed one or two of the regulars, but if Vince decided to become a permanent fixture he would get to know everyone eventually.

[vincent]

Vincent sat back and listed as Megan went over the regulars at the pub. He would take a drink occasionally as she spoke. From the sound of it, this place had everything that made a pub well... a pub. The place being passed down through the family with a common name. A waitress that would likely outlive all the regulars and the color group of people all with their own little quirks. Vincent felt right at home as the place was described.

He gave a slight chuckle at the thought of the students coming to the place when they turned twenty one. He hadn't been at the academy when he reached that age, having graduated when he had turned nineteen. And while not one to worry about breaking the rules, his drinking at that time hadn't been in bars and pubs as back then he wouldn't have been able to convince anyone that he was of age.

"Well this place certainly sounds worthy of being called a pub. too many places call themselves that without actually having what it takes to be called a pub. It's great to find a place right in the area that lives up to it." He replied, liking the place more and more.

He took a drink and then lifted an eyebrow.
"So did I intrude on any of your plans for the evening, or do I get the pleasure of having your company to myself tonight?" He asked, recalling that he had simply found her attractive at first. He always made an effort to get to know a woman he approached, but he had gotten lost in talking with Megan, and though he hoped she didn't have other plans, he would hate to get in the way of them.

[megan]

She smiled at his comment, nodding her head in agreement. "I think some places have convinced themselves that having a poorly executed Irish theme makes them a pub." Then she laughed and rediscovered her beer. In her long speech, she had discarded the half full bottle on the table in favor of talking. Now that she was no longer the one yammering on and on, she took a good, long swig and then set it down in front of her, fingers absentmindedly peeling at the label again.

Her own smile turned sly as he asked about her plans. Megan's weekend plans generally involved one of three things: horseback riding, visiting family, and getting herself down to the pup. Today's was the latter and, like usual, she hadn't thought it fully through.

"Only thing I had planned on was coming here, haha. Once I got here, well, I usually like to play it by ear. Though I will say I have no intention of losing any more money to cocky bastards." At that she jerked her eyes in the direction of the guy she'd been playing pool with. He was now chatting up some butter face blond who would probably have her head in a toilette tonight. "Never even let me think I had a chance at winnin'. One of the worst rounds I've played in a while." So maybe she got a little off topic, but as she took another sip of her drink she honestly did not care.