Let's Hit The Bars [Open]

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

A grin appeared on Gilbert’s face when he stepped into his car; a bright yellow Citroën 2CV, not difficult to recognize. He had gotten many a comment about it from his co-workers, though Gilbert’s opinion of the car didn’t change. It was an awesome ride.

After his shift today, he had gone home, taken a quick shower, walked and fed Berlitz, and now it was time for himself to relax. He drove to the bar, maybe breaking a few speed limits here and there, but as long as he didn’t get caught, who cared. Loud music blasted from the radio, and Gilbert bobbed his head to the beat as he drove.

He had to cut off another driver to beat him to a parking spot near the bar. It had been clear that the other was trying to get to it as well, but man, that dude was slow. Where had he learnt to drive? Seriously. And all the other parking spots even remotely near the bar seemed to be taken, so Gilbert didn’t regret his actions.

He got out, locked up and headed into the bar. By now he was more than a regular here, and knew most of the bar staff and the other regulars. By face at least, he never bothered to learn too many names. He just referred to them in his mind as ‘Addicted To Sweater Vests’, ‘Large Rack’ and ‘Needs To Be Introduced To Toothpaste’, to name a few.

He grimaced when he saw that ‘Girl With The Nose’ was managing the bar tonight. She didn’t particularly like him since he had asked ‘how the other guy looked’ while staring at her nose. It wasn’t his fault that it looked like it had been broken one too many times and healed a little crooked. It wasn’t like he had called her ugly or anything, since she wasn’t. It was just very noticeable. She must have gotten comments about it more often. Talk about easily insulted.

“A beer.” Gilbert told her as he sat down on a stool. He looked around the bar to see if there was anyone else he knew. It wasn’t unusual for him to come across a colleague of his here, since this was one of the most popular bars in town. He wondered if any of them would be showing up here tonight.

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Today Francis only had to work one shift at the cosmetics department so he got off fairly early. He liked to have an early weekend. Even though he had to work tomorrow afternoon till closing time. But it's the thought that counts.

Francis considered for a moment to call one of the girls he had met this week. Unfortunately he couldn't get the face and name and phone number together to the right person and gave up alltogether. Friday nights were the ones where he usually would end up going out drinking anyway. He ate something and showered and got dressed nicely before going out. Drinking on an empty stomach wasn't the smartest idea.

Since he had the time of the world, or rather in his perception, he left his car at home and strolled down to the city to one of his regular bar. He knew Gilbert had probably his car and if he just begged hard enough he'd drive him home hopefully. Or he would actually meet someone nicely and spend the night? Either way no need for a car.

Once he got to the bar he noticed one of his friends was already there. His car was kind of hard to overlook. God, that thing was aweful, it should be a crime to drive in that. He opened the door and got inside. He took a seat at the bar right next to Gilbert. "Gilly~" he greeted him grinning.

He turned towards the bartender. "Rosa, cher, you look great. Could you pour me some white wine?" he asked her politely. Unlike Gilbert he liked to chat people up, he too was a regular and did know most of the names, even of the customers.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert wasn’t surprised when he had finished about half of his beer, Francis arrived at the bar. If you saw one of the two in the bar, there was about a 70% chance that the other was there as well, or was at least on his way there. “Decided to finally show up, did you?” He said with a small grin when Francis joined him at the bar.

He rolled his eyes when ‘Needs-A-Nosejob’ (his nicknames for people were rarely consistent; it depends a lot on his mood what he calls someone) gave Francis a smile as she served him his drink. Honestly, and with him there wasn’t even a twitch of her lip. Wasn’t she supposed to be nice to the customers? Oh well, as long as she gave him beer, Gilbert didn’t particularly care if he got a smile out of it or not.

Gilbert snorted. “Wine?” It wasn’t unusual for the Frenchman to drink wine, though Gilbert couldn’t understand how someone could prefer that sissy drink over a nice cold beer. And they had pretty good beer here, though not the best he had ever tasted. It was one of the reasons this was his regular bar. He had been to most of the bars in town at least once, but eventually he had made up his mind and decided he liked the beer they served here the best. So what if the service was a bit lacking. “Afraid to try the actual good stuff?” He asked.

[Lars van Rijn]

It had been his day off from work but he had been working all day around the house and on the pitch since he had training that day, he was on his way home from the football pitch when he decided to stop into the bar for a drink or two since it was still early in the evening. He had a shower in the locker rooms so he didn't wave to worry about smelling but he did make a mental note to do his laundry when he got home. With that in mind he got off his bike and walked it to the nearby bike rack, after locking up the bike so it wouldn't be stolen he adjusted his backpack and headed into the bar.

Taking a look around he noticed that there were a couple of his co-workers at the bar, walking up to the bar he sat on a bar stool and ordered a beer from the bartender. He thanked the woman as she handed him his beer and took a long swig of his beer, placing the bottle down on the counter he began to relax his tired muscles and nodded to his two co-workers in acknowledgement to them before going back to his beer.

In his mind he was going over his schedule for the next day , he was technically off tomorrow but he had been asked to come in for the  new stock was coming in the next morning so he could take care of that then be free the rest of the day. Frowning that he was thinking a bit too much about work he relaxed again and took another swig from his beer bottle. 

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Francis smiled back at his friend. "You know me, I'm French. I arrive fashionably late. Which is right on time." he concluded with a grin. He didn't hit the bars at the same time as Gilbert. He always started drinking early in the evening. And he couldn't stick to the German punctuality. 

He took the glass of wine from the bar lady and smiled charming at her. She wasn't his type, but she was nice to talk to and had some juicy gossip stories. He chuckled at Gilbert. "Why yes~" He smiled happily at him and took a sip. 

"Ooh not afraid cher, I'm saving it for last~" He said with a suggestive look. He clearly didn't mean alcohol. "Oh my...talking about good stuf..." He said softly so only Gilbert could hear when Lars entered the bar. There was no denying in, the Dutchman had a great body and was actually pretty handsome. He hadn't been able to really flirt with him, perhaps after a few drinks.

"Good evening, Lars." he greeted with a gentle smile as reply to his nodd. He wasn't really talkative, was he? Ah well at least there was Gilbert who talked for three. 

[Lars van Rijn]

Lars set his beer down and gave Francis his full attention " Hallo Francis.. And Gilbert " He acknowledged his co-worker who was sitting on the other side of Francis. He knew that he had to watch himself around Francis as the man was known to be a major flirt. " Having a pleasant evening? " he decided to at least try and be friendly.

He took another swig of his beer and placed it back down on the bar, he kept a close eye on Francis as he knew the man could be capable of anything and so made a note to himself not to have too many drinks tonight. Gilbert on the other hand he wasn't to sure about but he did know the German could talk a lot when sober, drunk on the other hand he assumed the German would still talk a lot.

With that all in mind he made sure to stay on guard for unwanted advances or even just to tell one of the other two to keep it down as he thought that he may have to make a early exit should one or the other cause any trouble. As he knew with Gilbert around that trouble was more then likely to follow and he of course wanted no part in any trouble that might come his way.