It was Chell's place, so it gave him a bit of relief that he was in a place familiar.
(((OOC: WAT EB?! Its Kegin's house. The fuck are you that woke up at Chell's place?)))
Chell powerwalked her way up the stairs, dragging the dumbstruck Seven along with her. In the matter of moments the two were outside, in the rain. Chell took a moment to breathe, stopping halfway through the inhalation due to the rib damage. She flinched slightly, pulling her right arm to hug the left side of her ribcage. The woman examined the sky: the light was slowly fading, so it must have be nearing dawn. She smiled as rain drops caressed her cheeks. With a quick move she turned around and began walking down the sidewalk, but after a moment she had to stop and call out the now mentally challenged man.
"Here, doggy doggy. This way." she said quite cheerfully. It immediately attracted Seven's attention, who turned and followed her footsteps, same retarded facial expression as before.
The two continued down the road for a couple of blocks until Chell spotted a pub on the other side. The sign read '
The Raven Pub'. Without hesitation, Chell dragged Seven across the street and into the building.
The door creaked open, immediately followed by the ring of a small bell placed above it. The pub, although not being packed, was still vibrant: a handful of old men grouped up around the western wall, playing darts, another handful around the jukebox on the east side, many sitting at the various tables drinking along with their buddies. But as soon as the two soaked individuals stepped inside the facility, the whole pub went quiet, eyes turning towards them and observing, filled with judgement. Chell gazed around, sighing, a gentle smile growing on her face.
"Ahoy, chaps! Who's down for some drinkin'?" she stated stepping forward and snapping her arms open. Her voice was jolly and cheerful, the complete opposite of what she had shown so far. The pub remained silent for a moment, before erupting into a simultaneous cheer, smiles and laughs spreading across everybody. Chell herself smiled, as she began taking small steps towards the counter. With a gracious move she hopped onto one of the overly big barstools and turned to the barman. She gently knocked on the counter in a pattern, resulting in the barman snapping around towards her. The two crossed sights and after a moment of awkward silence (so to say with all the noise of the pub), the tender laughed as he cleaned a pint.
"Well I'll be damned. Stravinsky. I'll take you're Chell, Alexander's daughter."
"Yessir, that's me."
"Pleasure, young lady. Name's Ronald, but people call me Buster." he put is hand forward, leaving the towel inside the pint. Chell grabbed it without hesitation and shook it, before both of them retreating their hands back.
"How's your father? Still in the business?"
"Yessir. He recently opened his third one. Planning to move towards the west side of the country."
"That's fantastic! I see life has been treating him well."
"Yeah...it has..." Chell frowned slightly, as the last sentence of the man reminded her of the troubles her father went through when Xander disappeared. But her thoughts were quickly dismissed when Buster drew her attention.
"Can I get you something?"
"Aye, two beers."
Buster smiled as he turned around. Moments later he pulled up two glass bottles from under the counter. After opening both of them, he handed them to Chell. She couldn't help it but notice the label on the bottles, which led to her laughing. It read 'Stravinsky Breweries'. She slowly turned around, expecting to see Seven next to her, but he wasn't there. As Chell kept turning, she spotted him near the entrance, still with that same idiotic look on his face.
"Hey dickhead! I told you to come drinking, not sit around and admire me." she mockingly said, sipping from the beer. That comment couldn't help but force a laugh out of those around Chell, Buster included.
