[OPEN ] ► Central Commons - Bar | Just Chilling

[hartless_cowboy]

WHO| Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT| Lindsey spends some time people watching and drinking
WHEN| Three days post Arena 4
WHERE| Central Commons in the Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| None for now

Three days now and Lindsey was still sore over losing the silly competition. True that he hadn't paid it much mind when he was first told about it, also true that he never thought that he was going to make it so far to the end, but to lose it after being made to kill his own brother and be one of the last few remaining seemed a poor way to end it.

With a gin and tonic in hand, Lindsey paid the serving avox no mind as he watched people come and go from the open cocktail bar. Maybe tomorrow he'll venture out into the city.

Comments

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey raised his glass to Eliot as his twin settled down. "As well as you'd expect. You've been keeping busy?" Given that they technically lived in the same building,, Lindsey was surprised that he hadn't seen Eliot around until now, not that he had actively looked.

[retrieverchef]

The younger twin shrugged. "You know me. I never did like bein' bored. What about you?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"Sitting here enjoying what our sweat and blood paid for," he said, swirling the glass of aged whiskey in emphasis. It was shortly followed by a slight scowl. "Jumped by a kid, I still can't believe it."

[retrieverchef]

"I think that's the least of it," Eliot retorted. This wasn't something he really wanted to joke about but... When you were used to looking for electronic surveillance, it was hard to miss. "Your own weapon? Really, Lindsey."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Your weapon, actually," Lindsey scowled back. He took another drink of his whiskey and sulked into it. "He wouldn't have gotten the jump on me if my stomach hadn't cramped up at that moment."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot nodded. "I saw that. You need to do some foraging training before we go back in."

[hartless_cowboy]

"I told you, I don't learn berries!" Lindsey grumbled into his drink again. "Sure, I can learn how to behead mutant turtles, but I can't tell what mutant berries are."

[retrieverchef]

"You do realize that's what those training areas are for downstairs, right?" Eliot countered. "I wouldn't think you'd want to make the same kind of mistake again."

[hartless_cowboy]

"As far as I know," Lindsey retorted without looking at Eliot, "they have training areas for all sorts of weapons downstairs, not encyclopedias of field berries for foraging survival."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot rolled his eyes. "Not encyclopedias, no," he retorted. "But they do have a foraging station. With an instructor."

[hartless_cowboy]

"What, a greenhouse for me to forage in and a guy to teach me what parts I can eat from what plant?" Lindsey stared at Eliot and laughed. "I have better things to spend my time on."

[retrieverchef]

"Dying like that would indicate otherwise," Eliot retorted. "At least I'm not tellin' you to take cooking lessons."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey quickly scowled. "I was killed because some kid went Jason on me with an axe."

[retrieverchef]

"That ya could've stopped him from takin' if ya hadn't made yourself sick eating the wrong berries."

[hartless_cowboy]

"I was hungry! We can't all go Tarzan and catch flying squirrels." He gave Eliot a sour look.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot smirked. "And that is why I said ya should train downstairs. At the foraging station."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey rolled his eyes. "I'll pass by the place and look in sometime." Not soon, but he'll eventually run out of things to do here.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot gave him a pointed look. "Before the next Arena, Linds."

[hartless_cowboy]

"How long do we have between Arenas again?" He really had no intention of it, but maybe he'll drop in for a look one afternoon if he got bored.

[retrieverchef]

"About half a week or so," Eliot replied.

[hartless_cowboy]

"What?" Lindsey looked unconvinced. "We're having longer breaks than that. People don't even recuperate that quickly."

[retrieverchef]

"Says the dead man." Eliot shook his head. "Although, yes, this break is longer. Mostly they're around half a week."