Meanwhile, outside of the Los Apagos tavern, Johnny's Tuck...
As Babs trotted off to Rico and Autum, Gran felt a little left out. But no matter to that. He would only be left out if he let himself lag behind. He ran up right beside Babs and tried to stay close to her. He wasn't feeling quite confident enough to wrap and arm around her shoulder but would definately stay beside her. He smirked at her, and tried to make a joke. "Don't you try an run off on me." To say his knees were shaking would an overstatement. More like they were vibrating at a high frequency. His baggy jeans did well in hiding this fact.
Babs, firmly centered in Rico's left arm, turned her head back towards Gran and gave him a toothy little grin. "D'aaww, feelin' lonely back there, are ya?" she said, turning to face Rico as she reached around his waist. "I think he's gettin' lonely, baby!"
Autumn watched Babs and Gran with a grin as she looked back to Rico. "So have you thought of anything yet, babe?" She asked with a wink as she decided to ignore the noise and vibration coming from her datapad in her purse.
Gran didn't notice the same vibration in his pants. His DJ had run out of batteries awhile ago and the screen remained a dead black in his pocket. "Hey come on now..." He tried to think of something to finish that out, but was having a little bit of trouble. "I just had a near death experience on an airbike. I'm gonna be everybody's best friends for the next 24 hours."
"Best to start celebrating life then! Get lost in someone's sweet caress or...something," Autumn suggested thougtfully to Gran, still grinning.
Rico, highly amused by the exchange between Babs and Gran, turned to Autumn as they walked through the doors into Johnny’s Tuck. The bar was moderately busy tonight, with patrons occupying most of the barstools at the back of the building, while a few booth seats and tables remained unoccupied along the walls. Faint, jazzy music wafted through the air from a colorful old-time jukebox behind the counter, and as per Los Apagos bar standards, the whole place was pleasantly lit by the faint glow of pale yellow from the hanging argon lamps.
Sergeant Sanroma chuckled a little, rubbing Autumns shoulder a bit to acknowledge her question. “I got a general idea. Involves you, me, couple a’ drinks, maybe Babs here too if she plays her cards right, eh?”
Babs turned and gave Rico an amused raise of her eyebrow being her set of pearly whites. “Sh’yeah, right. In yer dreams, baby,” the young woman said playfully, pulling herself away from Rico and promptly dragging Gran up to replace him. In a rather forceful manner, of course. “So,” Babs said after she was satisfied with the position of her hand around Gran’s waist. “How’s ‘bout we sit in the ol’ spot, for ol’ times sake, baby?” She questioned, motioning a nod towards an empty booth in the corner.
Rico sighed, then smiled again in his usual way. “Sure, why not.”
Autumn smiled warmly as she hugged Rico's right arm, "Rico, babe, one thing you outta know is that I dont do anything drunk that I ain't willing to do sober," she grinned again, "So that makes the possibilities limitless for the most part."
Gran tilted his head slightly as Rico said SOMETHING along the lines of a threesome. It seemed to just roll in one ear and out the other, almost as if he didn't really understand what Rico was suggesting. He was a little surprised when Babs decided to chamber her arm with a round of Gran. He moved his arm up to wrap around her shoulder, thinking all the time he would get a slap in the face or something of the like, but what the hell? Why not give it a shot? "Same old spot? I guess you two came here all the time." He said to Babs.
“Yeeeah! Rico, me and the boys, all sittin’ ‘round here getting’ shitfaced…good times, baby!” Babs laughed as she sat herself onto one of the fading, patched cushioned seats. Rico, in turned, chimed in as he led Autumn to the opposing booth. “Yep, me an’ Babs got history here, yannow? Los Apagos is my hometown, baby!” The booth itself was in a random shade of disarray; graffiti, scratches, names and profanity was scribbled all over the top of the table, and it looked like it hadn’t been wiped in the last…four or five customers.
Rico turned around as he finished, eyeing the barkeep who, in fact, had been returning the favor for the last minute or so as the gang made their trek towards the booth. “Hey! Motherfucker!” Rico shouted at the barkeep with a wide grin. “Bring me some fuckin’ grog!”
The bartender behind the counter, grizzled and chubby, let out a mighty guffaw and threw Rico a triumphant middle finger. Rico returned the favor, grinning widely, as Johnny turned back and began working on Rico’s oh-so-familiar order.
“Anythin’ you guys want, specific-like?”
