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Gaspard J. Charbonneau

Jan 29, 2019 4:27:48 GMT

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Post by Gaspard J. Charbonneau on Jan 29, 2019 4:27:48 GMT

Gaspard liked to drink, but he didn't like to get drunk. He just wanted enough alcohol to put his mind at ease. So sometimes, he went to the Gorgon's Head looking to relax and wind down a bit.

Other people, however, evidently went to become barbarians.

He never understood the appeal of getting so drunk that there was no control, no logic, no sense of action and consequence. Gaspard sat at the bar, having had one beer. A fight broke out right next to him, causing him to get up and take a step back.

Quickly, the fight escalated, and two trashed-out-of-their-fucking-minds men were going at it, throwing punches.

"Hey," Gasp yelled incredulously, glancing between the men hesitantly before groaning and pushing his way between the two. "Let's be civilized-- ya can't just... fracas it up in a public, densely populated place." It was hazardous, to say the least. And... no one was listening to him.

Instead of the men remaining separated, one threw a punch at Gaspard's face and the impact brought his beer bottle flying into his hand. It had been an involuntary defensive maneuver, though Gaspard wouldn't have been able to hit someone with anything if he wanted to.

Several more people were involved and soon it looked more like a pack of wolves than anything. Two men knocked into Gaspard, sending him off his footing and to the floor. His hand crushed the bottle beneath him, the weight sending shattered glass into his hand.

What really only took seconds had seemed like hours of damage. The men were broken up and several police were involved. Wanting to go home, Gaspard got up and headed for the door though he was stopped and asked to stay when someone noticed the red dripping from his hand.

"Okay but-- I can stitch it at home. My gecko needs to be fed at 9:32 and I have things I need to be doing so--"

Again, no one was listening. Soon he was sitting there, awkwardly waiting for people to ask questions and find out who was involved and what had happened while looking around for ways to discretely leave the building.

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May 22, 2019 1:42:19 GMT

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Post by Luka Ronan Giroux on May 22, 2019 1:42:19 GMT

A small bead of sweat dripped off Luka's brow. You'd think after a few decades of the Louisiana heat, his body would've adjusted to the humidity. A decrepit fan barely spun above his head and pushed the air around rather than offer any breeze. It had been a busier night than usual for a Wednesday. The heat always brought out the crazies.

He slung back the rest of his drink, crunching on the left over ice and winking at one of his regulars. Though he was allowed a drink or two during his shift, often he found his glass refilling more than it should, but what Declan didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He had been shooting pints down the counter all night, not even bothering to confirm orders, just giving a nod of the head. His fingers were sticky from flicking beer foam and the jack daniels bottle was permanently glued in the other hand.

Clocking out would be a nightmare when he got off. Grad school and bartending didn't mix most of the time, but he made do. Mid-pour, he happened to look up seeing a fist rearing back colliding with another face. Before he could make his way out behind the counter, some lucky bystander decided to intervene. "Ah, hell" he muttered to himself knowing this would not end well.

"Alright, tough guys. You know the rules take it outside!" he said roughly grabbing shirt collars and shoving them out the doors. If things got unlucky, he could morph until a stature more forgiving to the next morning, but it didn't look like it would progress to that tonight.

Catching the blonde who was stuck in the middle of this sticky mess, he clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You hold out oka-...oh man, you should get that checked out. Looks nasty. Here." Luka passed his bar towel that was draped over his shoulder most of the night for Gaspard to wrap about the cut. "Uhhh do you need a ride to the hospital?" Luka didn't say a word at the mention of a lizard, just cocked his eyebrow with a twinge of amusement. Just another night at work he supposed.

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Gaspard J. Charbonneau

Jun 4, 2019 2:31:01 GMT

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Post by Gaspard J. Charbonneau on Jun 4, 2019 2:31:01 GMT

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Gaspard knew it looked nasty. That was the reason why he was frustrated.

Okay, he was frustrated for about seventeen reasons at the current moment.

It was one of the seventeen reasons he was frustrated. But he didn't have time for this. He did take the towel gratefully though the other man's dialogue initially went right over his head. Everything was slowing down as his head began to feel the consequences of losing a bit of blood quite rapidly.

He pressed the towel against his hand, blinking roughly and facing the man, offering as much focus as he could muster.

He was offered a ride. It was actually very thoughtful of the stranger, though Gaspard couldn't help but run various scenarios through his head.

"Have you seen Zodiac?" he asked seriously. "Did you side with the investigators or the serial killer? Because if you sided with the killer I don't feel comfortable getting into your vehicle. But I also just had beer and if I drive myself home I could endanger myself and others," he contemplated aloud.

"No, I can't drive," he decided, pushing his hair back and furrowing his brows. "I just want you to give me a ride to the hospital. I don't want you to do anything illegal." That was how he felt... and Gaspard didn't keep his feelings to himself.

"Oh, I'd appreciate it," he added... because the man deserved it. Gaspard was still surprised by the generosity.

"Do you think we could be back by 9:32? Honestly. You don't have to say what you think I want to hear. Wait-- would you mind if I called my brother quickly?"

If Will didn't think the man was a serial killer, maybe he wasn't.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

Edited Jun 4, 2019 2:43:10 GMT By Gaspard J. Charbonneau

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