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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:128 posts
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 6, 2024 18:45:02 GMT -5
It confused his soul to say it, but Ferris was, by definition, a regular at the Fantasia gay bar and nightclub.
Firstly, it was a gay bar and he was very adamant that he was not interested in the opposite sex. Because he wasn't. At all.
Secondly, he didn't go to bars that often in general. Not because he didn't like to drink, but because he found them sad. Sure, sometimes that vibe hit home, but when it did, he usually tried to be actually at home because drinking when he felt like that wasn't a good idea. He wasn't even supposed to drink while on his meds. Not to mention he didn't like telling his wife she couldn't go out and get wasted only for him to be a hypocrite.
Thirdly, while he liked live music, and was coordinated enough to play sports, he wasn't a dancer or a partier. But this was exactly the sort of place Garret would have liked.
Ferris had started coming to this club when the one he used to visit every November 10th closed down. He wasn't ready to give up the ritual of visiting a gay bar on his best friend's birthday and downing a shot of whiskey. Even if it had been ten years. But notably, it wasn't November 10th. Being a one day of the year regular was cool and all, but sometimes, he just missed his friend. Though he didn't pour out a whiskey today and instead nursed a dark peanut butter stout while he sat with his elbows on the bar.
He'd stopped home to change into his leather jacket and jeans and let Darcy know he was going out for a drink (Not specifically where because they were neither of them that paranoid and he wasn't sure how to tell her it was a gay bar. He felt weird about it.) and would be back before she had to go to work. He'd pick up late dinner for the kids on the way back if they wanted. So while it was evening, it wasn't late, meaning the club hadn't filled up with the regular regulars just yet. The ones he would prefer to avoid.
By shear coincidence, he'd had a few reports from the area around the club, and while he couldn't help but keep his ears and eyes open, tonight he wasn't here for work. Just for a drink. He tossed the bartender a wave for when they freed up.
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What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly
GROUP:Gifted
AGE:26 yrs old
PRONOUNS:She/They
HEIGHT:5'6"
SEXUALITY:Pansexual
GIFT:Forcefield Generation and Healing
OCCUPATION:Club Owner
WRITTEN:15 posts
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Post by Emery Donnovan on Jun 7, 2024 23:48:45 GMT -5
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Emery wasn't always perfect about it but she liked showing up to the club early most nights. Once they'd closed down for the early evening to set up things closer to the nightclub vibe from the just bar vibe. Being one of the club owners and the bar manager she preferred things being done a certain way. Not that she didn't trust her other bartenders but she liked doing it herself as well. That night she'd shown up early to tidy up, make sure everything was stocked, and take down anything they'd needed to order before they opened. When they did open there were a few regulars that showed up first. Mostly people who liked to drink and dance but didn't want the chaos of a full club around them, which was fair.
There was music playing, the lights were still fairly low at the moment, and Emery was behind the bar with Issac. She always loved working with Issac not just because they were such good friends but because their energies tended to bounce very well off each other. Emery had just finished making a drink for someone when they caught the glimpse of another man waving them down. With a warm smile they danced their way over to him before stopping in front of him with a giggle. "Well hey there, handsome," she greeted sweetly.
Emery prided herself on recognizing any regulars that came to the club. While she wasn't sure of this mans name just yet she'd noticed enough that he'd been stopping in pretty sporadically. Normally early in the evening before things got too packed. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but there was something sad about him. Not that it was her job to pry. As a bartender Emery was happy to play nighttime therapist if someone wanted to vent to her or needed a little advice, but they weren't in the habit of putting their nose where it didn't belong. "What are we drinking on tonight?"
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:128 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 15, 2024 18:54:17 GMT -5
Ferris casually watched the bartender, a young woman wearing scant, but not overly revealing clothing, with lots of belts and chains, though somehow managing not to dip too far into Goth to be uninviting. She had a nice smile, but it wasn't one he wanted directed at him. Which...was entirely unavoidable, considering half of a bartender's job was to do whatever she could to make tips. He'd been here enough to see her before, despite not knowing her name. At least from what he did remember, she was polite enough and a pleasant distraction from his thoughts.
"Ah, Ferris. My name is Ferris," he said as she called him handsome. Sure, he would admit he was very attractive. But he didn't need or want women (or men) hitting on him. It wasn't the most egregious flirting he had ever dealt with while married, but he wanted that boundary on the table. "You're...?" Considering all the times he had been in here, he was almost a little embarrassed to ask.
He frowned slightly in thought. Usually he ordered a beer off tap... but tonight he wanted something else. "You still have that peanut butter whiskey?" It had been here a month or two ago, at least he thought. Maybe longer. "Otherwise...a shot of tequila and then what beers do you have on tap?"
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