Hunters Anonymous (OPEN)

[righteously]

WHO: Dean & Open - Mingle it up!
WHEN: late May
WHERE: the Horizon - Roadhouse Edition
WHAT: Starting a Hunters Anonymous Support Group
WARNINGS: drinking and murder, mostly.

( It starts out with just a couple of people. Dean, obviously, because it's his bar. Eventually Geralt, followed by one of Geralt's other hunting buddies — and then another, and then before you know it there's a handful of hunters all swapping stories about the crap they've seen out in the wilds.

It's about the time Dean makes to take out a notebook and honest to god start writing some of this crap down that two things hit him — First, this is actually really freakin' useful. Second, it feels right. The Roadhouse here may be fake, but this is what the real one would've been like. This is what it was meant for. This is the most real this place has been since he got here.

So he runs it by Geralt, and puts out an APB.

Harvelle's Roadhouse is officially open for business — and not just of the drinking variety.

Mind the jukebox. )

NOTES: This is an open mingle, so feel free to top-level below! The idea here is to open up the Roadhouse for hunter-types to use as a central meeting place or base of operations for anyone who desires to, so feel free to use it as a backdrop for any threads whenever. Obviously non-hunter people are welcome to see the message and wander in whenever they want, too! Info on the Roadhouse can be found here. Hit me up at paingravy for anything you need any time.

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[righteously]

( Nary so much as a falter from him as the wall goes up. It's like it didn't even happen, no bump in the road. He just picks back up cracking a joke. )

Well, I wouldn't wanna meet you in a dark alley, that's for damn sure.

( The lechers must have been terrified.

As he says it, a knife leaves his hand and thunks perfectly into a square. It's followed by an immediate, triumphant: )

Ha. ( He points at her, and decrees an order: ) Drink.

( Them's the rules.

And that's how light he'll keep it for the rest of their game. Easy, friendly, fun, but surface level. )

[shadowthief]

[He doesn’t press. That’s the first thing she notices. He just skips the desire to string more information from her, or perhaps doesn’t have it at all in the first place, and sidesteps back into the ease and lightness meant for the evening.

A smirk crossed her features at what is clearly geared as a compliment.

The smile only turns into a laugh at his exclamation for her to drink.

Delighted to have a night like that, Inej soaks up all of that lighthearted fun he throws her way.]