the_last_resort | I have become cumbersome.

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I have become cumbersome.

Who: Ashe and Niko | Ashe and Open
What: Bowling with Niko | Having a couple drinks at The Rising Sun
When: M12D7
Where: Mr. Jellicles & The Rising Sun
Notes & Warnings: Possible NPC Interactions with Dorian if you guys want, just let me know in the header. Also pretty sure if anyone wants to jump in on the bowling post thats cool.

[Semi-closed to Niko] Mr. Jellicles
Ashe had spent the past few days busy, trying to not just work, but to make some money on the side to make sure he was not flat broke when he decided to look into one of those bikes. The sad fact of the matter is that with his curse he didn't really HAVE to sleep, nor did he HAVE to eat he just feels more human doing so. So he had been of the radar even missed the days of strangers around because he had kept himself busy.

A message had been sent to Niko and tonight he had washed the paints off his face, had his hair pulled back in a loose messy pony tail his hair had a little bit to go before it would necessarily need to be pulled back but it was bothering him tonight and he decided to just tie it up and ignore it. He was dressed in a pair of faded black jeans and an old Metallica shirt. Yeah, he brought his clothes from home at least what had survived when he moved here, a jean jacket over that and motorcycle boots to finish off the look.

Granted at the moment he was busy changing those boots for proper shoes to wear for this while he waited for Niko.

[ Open] Rising Sun
Later in the evening Ashe was sitting, his hair pulled down again, a glass of whiskey sitting in front of him. He wasn't brave enough to try the space juices just yet. He was only idly listening to the pale owner of the bar muttering about which bands were superior, Ashe figured it was sparked by the logo on his shirt and normally he would love to listen to someone's thoughts. Tonight had been awesome till he got home and made the mistake of letting his mind wander, which lead to another read through of Sarah's journal, and looking through what was left of Danny's art work. He knew he did the right thing, but he would never be with them. He would never cross over, so tonight he was wasting some of that hard earned money on a means to numb the pain.

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The Rising Sun wasn't on Grainne's usual list of haunts, but she heard the alcohol wasn't bad and she had some loose change from her last round of bounties. Actually getting drunk might be an impossibility for her, but she wanted to see how far those emeralds would go.

She drifted into the bar like a ghost, with unnatural grace that even many of the non-humans in Blackway had a hard time matching, and sat on a barstool. The glances she gave the room weren't like ones from someone expecting trouble or trying to find exits, but more out of curiosity.

However human she looked on the surface, she emanated a strong spiritual signature.

Ashe had never fully mastered his powers. After all he was only supposed to have them a night then return to death. Sadly, he was cursed now to forever walk, the only bonus was getting to keep the powers. He had seen her out of the corner of his eye. Taking a drink when she sat.

Something about her made the hairs at the back of his neck rise. He looked at her but was not sure what to say.

Meanwhile the strange creature actually waiting the bar asked what her poison would be.

It took her a brief moment to answer. That had been all in the details and aside from 'drink' didn't think of what she wanted to have. She asked for whiskey, and drummed her fingers on the countertop while she waited.

Finally, she spoke, without looking over. "Ashe, isn't it? If you are thinking of an introduction, it's all right. We spoke over the network."

That got an amused smile out of him, as he propped his head on his palm and looked over at her. "Actually, I was trying to place the face. But yes, I am Ashe, and it is terribly rude but I believe I have forgotten your name."

He felt a little embarrassed by it and was trying to push the view of his depression back away. he hated letting others see his pain. He was a spirit of vengeance, but it was pain that fueled him.

"Grainne." Looking down at the counter, then over at him, she smiled in greeting. Company wasn't really one of the things she had expected, but it wasn't unwelcome. There was plenty of time to be alone later. "If you are wondering, no, I am not quite human."

"Well, that's two for two. I hadnt thought about whether you were human or not. Still, thanks for telling me." He spoke as he sat the drink he was holding down and looked to her with a light smile in place.

"I have said it so often since I arrived here, it has almost become automatic, I suppose. Half the town knows already." She spoke quietly, looking down at the drink the bartender just set in front of her. "This place has a way of setting a person at ease about things like that."

Ashe nodded with half a smile, it didn't quite reach his eyes as he offered his hand over. "Well, in light. I'm a dead man. How are you tonight?" He was a joker at heart, always had been.

Unable to tell if he was joking since she had met so many people who were, in actuality dead, Grainne took his hand in greeting, desperately trying to decide. In the end she thought it seemed more a joke than anything and a game of word play sounded like fun.

"I am doing well tonight, as much as I can for being a dead woman. I suppose we can be dead together?" She said, returning joke for joke. "And you? How are you faring?"

He was actually a dead man, just a cursed one who will never be able to cross over. Forever stuck in a healing body.

He chuckled some, "Sure, if that is what you would like. So, what got you?" He asked as he took his hand back, propt it on the bar and rested his head on it. "I am quite well, if only a bit spacey." He admitted.

"I ran out of time. Old age. The circumstances were not one hopes, upon reaching old age, and I do not like talking about it much." She gave him a cursory glance, as if to see if he really was spacey. "That is good to hear, spacey is far better than other things you could be." Looking toward the bar, she adds, "Such as very drunk."

"That's depressing." Ashe spoke as he reached inside his coat taking out a set of cards and started to shuffle them. "Three slugs to the chest got me." He motioned to his heart before he went on shuffling. Under his shirt he does indeed have scars not only on his chest but his back.

He chuckled and offered a bit of a smile as he laid out three cards motioning to her. "I agree, luckily I am not drunk. Pick a card, memorize it if you would."

Somewhere along the way, Grainne started to get the sense he wasn't joking as much as she thought. "I am sorry... it hurts my heart to hear of young death."

She fell into silence and considered the cards, picking one up and looking at the face. "Are you a card expert?"

It was much sadder but he would not burden anyone with his sadness. "I am not as young as I look." Except he totally does look his age, hes 25.

"Card Expert? No, not so much. I'm a magician. Now." He held the whole deck over. "shuffle it back in, but keep that card in mind."

Grainne expressed brief surprise for a second, as a true magician in the mage world was one that could wield unbelievable power, but then she realized he must mean the normal, every day variety. Sometimes she wished the Grail knowledge would cover more aspects of the modern world than it did.

Bemused, she took the deck and shuffled her chosen card into it, keeping her eyes on it. "That would make two of us. I believe it has been almost two thousand years since I lasted walked Earth as a mortal. What do you think? My beauty secrets must be working."

The place was certainly more put together than the last time he had visited, floored by the state of chaos that he and Linda had been caught in. Literally. He had slid around like a hockey puck.

But the socialization was familiar, pleased him. Ashe looked more well put together than him effortlessly- Niko was, at heart, a slob. And when he saw him he broke into a the friendliest look that hardened face could muster and offered him a hand.

"Hey." He greeted, tersely, just glad to see him under better circumstances.

Ashe flashed one of those infectious smiles. He had been pretty charismatic back before life decided to curbstomp him while he was down. This was the closest to normal hes been since Sarah's death and being cursed. Bowling of all things.

"Hey, sorry I went AWOL on you." He apologized. "How've you been?"

"No more AWOL than I have been." Which was entirely true. He had been... well... distracted by the recent unfortunate thoughts going through his head. And the time with Ashe promised to be a pretty good distraction from that.

"What about you? Where did you go?" Cleaning up like everyone else, he guessed.

"Well, then we are even." he mused with the ever playful tone he uses more often than not. He pushed himself up. "Figured I'd wait to ask until you got here. You wanna get drinks while we do this?" Beer and bowling? Sounds fun to him.

"I didn't go anywhere I was just picking up a bit of sidework. Keeping myself busy. I figured I'd try to have some money before you showed me those bikes."

"The money helps...." He sighed, and then thought grimly of offering Ashe contacts with some of his friends. How Niko got his extra money. After what he'd been through, it seemed like a poor idea.

"I never bother with the shoes." He admitted, and paid so they could go and choose a lane. "You want to handle the beer?"

Yeah, Niko, bro. Bad idea. "It certainly does." He offered half a smile. "My boots are cheap, they leave that black stuff if I skid them so best to not leane the janitor more work." he offered as he stood up.

"What kind you want?" He asked as he walked backwards towards the consessions stand, he liked eye contact when talking.

"Any brand is good. I am from the merchant navy. Unless it's from a small place it all tastes the same." Like booze flavored piss in his opinion. He started perusing the available bowling balls, testing them for weight.

"Did you have a lot of friends back home, before things changed?"

He was gone all of three minutes before returning with a couple bottles of some strange name he couldn't even read and placed them on the table. Moving over to pick a bowling ball himself now. He had heard Niko's question and was still weighing it.

"No, I didn't have any friends anymore." He admitted as he tested the weight. "The crowd I ran with before Danny was born was not the kind of people you want around a child. Adrenalin junkies, and drug addicts. His mother was a addict, that and my own choices about our mutual friends after she died. I cut them off for Danny's sake. Started the garage and never looked back. Sure I missed the old races some days but it was worth it."

"I had an adrenaline junkie friend, and a pothead. They were god friends before I left, pretty harmless though. I could have stayed friends with them and started a good family- my cousin did, they were his friends, too. But many are not so friendly as they were."

Could have started a family, since he didn't have a chance. The topic was a little heavy for bowling, and Packie- Packie was just the type of guy Ashe was referring to, and he had abandoned Niko after his sister died. Somehow, though-

"Do you still miss some of them?"

"Weeds not all that bad. I'm talking Heroine and worse. These were hard addicts. The kinds that would rob their mother's for one more hit. The city of Angels was actually pretty bleak."

He looked to Niko as he took a drink from the beer. "How come you didn't start a family if you had a chance."

"Heroin is a stupid choice. Which is stating the obvious, but it is the reason that my friends were killed. An asshole friend wanted money to buy more. He sold us all out for $1000."

Serious discussion over bowling, but miraculously it made Niko's next shot a strike. Like he had it out for those pins.

"we were all barely legal, dumb kids making dumb choices. I'm just glad I was smart enough to see how stupid they were being." Maybe he was more judgey because he wasn't raised that like they had been. He rose a brow at that and shook his head. "It is ill to speak bad of the dead, but my god that is stupid."

Ashe sat down his drink, standing as he clapped amused at the strike, standing to go grab a ball as well. "You're pretty good at this."

"He's not dead." Niko admitted, letting Ashe take the next turn.

"His life was terrible. So I let him live. I let him live because I wanted his death to be slow and painful."

Ashe made a bit of a face that said something was off but he quickly shrugged it off and took a drink of the beer sitting it down again as he moved to line up his shot. He didnt get the strike Niko got but sadly a seven ten split. That would not be easy to do with another roll, looking back at Niko he shrugged some. "Can't win them all."

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