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Briggs held back a smile as the man took a sip of his drink and immediately winced. He traced a finger along the lip of his glass before bringing it to his mouth and chewing on an ice cube. Sure, rum may have been an acquired taste, but it was one he let himself indulge in. He shrugged at the question, turning to slowly survey the bargoers behind them. "Just swell," he replied, glancing back at the guy and offering a hand. "Paul. And your kind self?"

somesortofgod - criminal!verse

Mike gave him a curt nod before lifting his own cup to his lips. As soon as the rum tapped his taste buds, all he wanted to do was spit the alcohol back into his cup. Thinking better of it, he swallowed tightly as the drink went down his throat. It tasted like crap. Then again he was more partial to scotch himself. He set the cup down and leaned forward across the counter, looking over at the man who was nursing his own drink. “So…” He swallowed tightly again, the aftertaste stuck on his tongue. He tried to lick his lips to somehow get rid of the taste, but that was no better. He could still taste the drink on him. “How’s your evening goin’, man.”

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You’re gonna find out real fast there are no secrets at Graceland.

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Briggs lifted his head as the man he'd noticed earlier moved closer, and then raised an eyebrow as he pushed a glass towards him. Hey, he wasn't going to say no to a free drink, and it's not like the guy looked suspicious in the slightest (he was sure he'd be able to knock him out if need be either way), so he took the glass and raised it to him. "Cheers."

somesortofgod - criminal!verse

The rum arrived and Mike stood up off the bar stool he was at, kicking it in lightly with the toe of his black boot. He made his way down the bar and went around the man, and took a seat two away on his left. He slid one cup towards him, turning his head to look at his face. 

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[text] You got work to get back to?

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?

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Briggs pushed his phone back into his pocket and, with a half-smirk on his face, confidently reclaimed his seat at the bar. He was sure he easily blended into the crowd, but he felt superhuman thinking about whatever plans he had made for the next day. Ego be damned; he felt great, and maybe only fifty percent of the feeling came from the fact that this bar wasn't the first he had hit tonight.

somesortofgod - criminal!verse

Mike lifted his gaze towards the guy as he walked by, eyeing him as he leaned against the door frame and all. He watched his movements, carefully making little notes on how he acted. Sure, he didn’t know the guy. But was he interested in doing so? Yes he was. As his head tipped back and he spoke with a smile, Mike leaned across the counter and got the bartenders’ attention. “Hey, can I get two rums? Just put in on my tab, it’s good for me.”

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(askjohnnytuturro) (Mun, as it's a side blog) Hey. Would you like to rp? :) I would fanmail but I've not been following you long.

hey! yes id love to give it a try omg

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[text] I suppose. [text] Though that's only one side of the coin. [text] Can't really say the other people we deal with in this job are trying to help themselves.

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?

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The phone jumped to life, vibrating against the wood, and Briggs cursed and downed his drink. Grabbing his phone, he answered the call, brushing past the lone man at the bar as he tried to get outside to talk. "Hey," he muttered, leaning against the doorframe and shoving his free hand into the pocket of his jacket. "We're on for tomorrow? You got everything ready?" There was a pause as the person he was talking to replied, and then he broke into a sneering grin. "My man." He tipped his head back and exhaled slowly. "No, I'm out right now. I'll talk to you later." 

somesortofgod - criminal!verse

The scotch came and his lifted the drink to his lips, taking a long swig and setting it back down on the bar and looking down. He glanced slowly over at at the man near him, those mans eyes flitting down at his cell phone. He turned his head away and look back across the bar towards other people. This might be a long night.

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[text] It was a relatively small group. Maybe seven people a night. [text] I've been going for a while, though, and things change.

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?

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Briggs leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter and absentmindedly stroking his stubble with one hand and running a finger down his drinking glass with the other. There was a young man near him who was also drinking alone, but Briggs made no attempt to attract his attention, only sipped at his drink and occasionally glanced at his phone sitting on the counter.

somesortofgod - criminal!verse

Mike tilted his head lightly as a rather tall, unshaven man walked in. He lifted his beer to his lips and sipped again, keeping his eyes trained on him until he reached the bar. Instead he looked forward towards the wide array of drinks against the back wall. He quickly ordered a scotch right after the man near him ordered a rum, pushing his beer away as he did. 

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[text] Well's one way of putting it. [text] There are more people coming to the NA meetings now. [text] Kind of bittersweet.

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?

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Briggs, finding nowhere else better to go, entered the bar with his usual casual air. He nodded at a group of people leaning against the back of the wall and took a moment to survey the bar with tired but attentive eyes before settling down at a barstool away from the main crowd. Ordering a rum, he pulled out his phone and spent a moment checking it before sitting back and watching the people chatting and drinking around him.

somesortofgod - criminal!verse

Mike sipped his beer for a good minute before lowering it back down to the bar. His eyes glanced across the bar carefully, flitting around at each bar-goer. The stuck on the doorway, watching people filter in slowly. He tugged his fatigues down a bit as he let his hand pass over his holster inside his jacket. 

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[text] I'm guessing I should thank you.

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?

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Graceland parallels → 1.01 “Pilot” vs. 1.12 “Pawn”

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[text] No. [text] No one knows, provided you haven't told anyone yourself.

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?

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[text] Know?  [text] I feel like there's lots of things that people might know, Mike.

[text] Hey Briggs.

[text] Agent Michael Warren, haven’t heard from you in a while. Been doing well?