All Work and No Play, Leads to Hang Overs..., Tag: Rory, Holden, Becca, Colina

[Rebecca Santiago]

It was a painfully slow night at the Winged Kelpie. A total of three customers were present, and even they looked like they would pay someone to just do something amusing if they could liven the place up a bit. Becca was beyond tired having attempted to get some sleep the night before, before she was rather unceremoniously woken up by the antics of her obnoxious roommate crashing through a glass book shelf. Becca flipped her rag across her shoulder before sighing rather loudly. There was simply no way she was going to make it trough the night without crawling behind the bar for a nap, not if there was absolutely nothing else to keep her occupied.

Becca scanned the bar with a rather disappointed realization that she very well could leave, and Rory probably wouldn't care, but that he would be sitting there stuck with the dreary boredom of a the near empty pub. She knew he would stay and find ways to keep himself occupied. Rory had endless amounts of odd tasks it seemed like that he was able to throw himself into, but she couldn't understand why he couldn't just let them wait from time to time. The added presence of Colina lounging lazily around the bar did not help. Every whiny complaint that slipped from the girl's lips made Becca cringe.

Becca stalked around the pub until she found Rory. She ignored the faint skip that her heart gave as usual. She kept telling herself that it really didn't make any difference what she felt. That was about the only way she could be around him without acting like a complete spaz. She refused to be one of the girls who acted like an insane social deviant just to get his attention, and she was dead set against any form of actually stepping up and making a move. Instead she internalized, she buried her feelings, and she kept working.

"Rory, I can't do this," she admitted as she balled up her rag and tossed it at his head, "This is bloody useless. There's practically no one here, and I swear I am so bored I was about to start talking to Colina...We need to get out of here. Now." She gave him a rather serious look. Her eyebrows arched rather high, and it gave her rather classic pin up inspired make up a rather matronly look. The maternal influence ended with the disapproving look. Her hand was resting on her black jeans, with her hip cocked out to the side. She was rather comfortably content in her black suit vest.

"Liam's in town," she offered as some sort of incentive, "Cannons are on a hiatus for a week, so he's going on and on about having a party to get everyone back together or something. We should go, someone has got to keep him from convincing Holden to hang glide off the roof again." She wasn't sure if the draw of friends would be strong enough to actually get him out of the pub, but if he resisted she would just have to get more creative.

[Rory McLachlan]

Rory didn't even bother to look up from where he was building a house of cards with the disposable paper coasters they used advertising various brands of beer and liquor. He only glanced over at his long time friend once, allowing his eyes coast to the sassy hand on her hip, which would have frightened a lesser man. Luckily Rory was too distracted by trying to build the first room on the third floor of his house to be concerned much with incurring the wrath of his spitfire of an employee.

"Can't," he replied blankly. Not only did Liam always rub him the wrong way, but he always preferred partying with his closest friends and not with a huge group like the insane Quidditch player was likely to draw. He would have been content staying in the pub with Holden, Becky, and some of their lower-key friends -- maybe Colina, but only if he could turn his back on whatever disgusting display she made of herself. A rowdy gathering of Liam's friends did not sound in any way shape or form appealing to him.

He very carefully placed a lid on his third story room, but apparently his hand was shakier than he realized and the entire thing fell spectacularly onto the bar, spewing coasters off the end. "Aaaahhhhh," he groaned in that superlatively manly way, and then he slumped onto the bar and finally gave his friend his undivided attention. He looked her in her deep brown eyes.

"C'mon, Becks. What am I supposed to do? Kick the customers out? I sure as hell can't leave Cols to close up." He gave his sister a pointed look before lifting an eyebrow back at the other woman. He stood up straight again and gestured at her with a shrug. "Go on -- get out of here. I'm not bringing in enough to cover your wages tonight anyway, and those guys will stick around all night just imagining how far down your tats go." He gave a demonstrative glance at the place on Becca's hip where her vest didn't quite meet her jeans, and the teasing glimpse of her decorative tattoos winked out. He began to pile the coasters back up into a neat stack, and leaned down to pick up the ones he had caused to fall on the floor.

[Rebecca Santiago]

There were just so many things wrong with that reaction, most of it was actually that he was wrapping himself up in building a card house out of coasters, but she couldn't be sure what it really was. Becca closed her eyes as if they could shield her from the sheer frustration of her friend's insistence. "Okay, you know I wouldn't mind staying even if you can't cover my wages, and everyone seems to wonder how low my tats go. Your sister asked three times already just tonight," she explained with a sigh, "But there is no way I'm letting you just sit here making coaster houses. You haven't had a night off away from the pub in ages. Scrape the sand out of whatever crevice it's collecting in and come hang out."

Becca was becoming keenly aware that it was going to take drastic measures to get Rory out of the pub after all. She was hoping that actual logic would suffice, but she figured if she had to she could resort to more drastic methods, like dynamite, or some other fun explosive. She shifted her stance slightly and crossed her arms over her chest leveling Rory with her best 'don't bullshit me' look. There was literally no reason that his sister should be incapable of closing the pub on such a slow night.

"Colina gets paid to do nothing all the time, you might as well have her do some actual work. Besides, those guys are at worst going to have a few more drinks, even Colina can handle opening a bottle and simple addition," she offered attempting to keep a straight face, "Besides, everything is done except locking the door basically." She was sure there was some alternate universe where Colina was actually useful, a far far away one where being a slut was the only way to save the world. Becca couldn't help but doubt that even Colina could really mess up such a slow night of closing up, you'd have to actually work at it, right?

"Come on, You can handle it right Colina?" Becca called over her shoulder with a pointed glare at the brunette.

[Colina McLachlan]

Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, b-bored. Colina had created her own song in her head out of sheer desperation. She was determined though that she was not going back to her depressing apartment, or mopey boyfriend. There was simply no way she was going to join his pity party if she didn't have to. In what could only be described as her general state of nosiness, her ears veritably perked up at the mention of Rory leaving the bar. She was painfully aware of how slow it was, but if her brother and his broody scowl weren't there to be disapproving, maybe she could at least amuse herself a bit more than singing a song to herself.

She blinked up at the actual question tossed at her by Becca. Despite her rather intense desire to not sit and watch paint peel, she disliked having anything whatsoever to do with her brother's friend. Colina narrowed her eyes a bit as she hopped down off the stool she was sitting on and walked in slow strides across the room. "Of course I can handle it, Rebecca, and despite what you may think, I really am capable of basic things like addition and subtraction, and locking a frickin' door," she quipped back with a toss of her long hair. She turned and jumped up on the bar near where her brother was occupying himself and looked down at him with her best complacent expression.

"What? Go, I can handle these three," she offered with a small shrug, "Just because I don't like to work, doesn't mean I can't." And I really really want you and the lesbotron to leave so I can at least enjoy myself Colina's mouth pulled into a dangerously polite smile to attempt concealing her thoughts. She couldn't help but wonder if the infamous Becca was really just not into guys of if she was secretly a bigger slut than herself.

[Rory McLachlan]

Rory had to admit that Becca had a point about the men staring her down. "I wonder how low your tats go," he agreed in a mumble he didn't think she could hear. Once he was done cleaning up the coasters he looked at his friend across the bar, and then glanced at Colina, who was being disturbingly helpful. Ugh. Ughhhhhh. They were going to make him go out and be sociable and have fun when all he wanted to do was stay home with his Xbox and race fake cars around a fake Forza track. Laaaaaaame.

But he knew Becca, and what's more than that, he knew himself. Becca was determined, likable, funloving, and outgoing. And he liked Becca, appreciated her determination, enjoyed hanging out with her, and hated hated hated disappointing her. Therefore, he would be giving into her, and he would be going to stupid Liam's stupid party. It was just a matter of letting her know that he wasn't at all happy about it.

"Fine," he pouted, which made his already highly pouty bottom lip poke out even more, and that made him look as childish as Holden's baby niece. "But you're picking out my outfit." So there. He wandered for the hidden stairwell at the back of the pub that led to the rooms overhead, fully expecting his long time Hufflepuff friend to follow him and make good on her offer. The number of times he had found Becky in his room after a bout of 'family drunkenness' with the bar staff assured him that she knew exactly where all his stuff was -- within his room. She probably knew where all his stuff was on his person too, for that matter. At this late hour, there was no point keeping secrets from her, so she might as well join him.

She was the only person in the world with a room messier than his was, anyway.