A boring night [P] Steven Mack

[Matthew Beatty]

Country: Toronto, Canada
Current Time: 9:14 PM
Weather Conditions: Clear sky, Night

Matthew walked into the bar from the cold night in Toronto. Light bathed over him as he pushed the door open. "Now I know why I joined the army... Its cold here!" Beatty mumbled to himself as he soaked in the heat from a old fireplace in the corner. His formal army uniform stood out against the small amount of people sitting at tables. There was only about five or six people around the area this night. This bar was the place that Matthew saw everyday from his childhood. It brought back memory's that he liked and would rather forget. He had no family to visit on his leave from the army so he decided to visit his birthplace, Toronto.

Now that Beatty was warm he checked out the bar a little bit more. There was hardwood floors and brick walls that Matthew remembered from a long time go. One bad memory flashed by Matthew's eyes. In front of this bar was were his parents were murdered. The depression had forced a lot of people to turn to crime and sadly Matthew's parents were killed by one of those people. "I have to stop thinking about these things... I have to stay out of the past. He thought as he shook his head. These memory's would not help him on the battlefield. More likely they would get him killed. So Matthew walked to a stool by the counter and sat down. The bartender looked curiously at his uniform and asked "Your in the army? Well have a couple drinks on the house! The bartender said it so happily that Matthew smiled and said Thank you sir. I just want a beer please.

While the bartender worked on his drink Matthew looked down at the counter. He hoped that he would never need to use his Lee Engfield. He didn't want to kill a parent and make a child become like him. Beatty didn't want to make a child an orphan just because of this war. Not even a Nazi child deserved that. He wondered how many orphans there would be after the war. After all so many people had been killed that he would not be surprised if orphanges were overflowing with children.

The bartender slid Matthews beer towards him from the counter and Beatty looked up and nodded a silent "Thank you He brought the glass to his lips and took a deep sip. It was a long time sense Matthew had drank alcohol. Matthew just hoped that someone like him would come by and talk to him. So he could not spend his leave alone and miserable. Beatty set his glass down and leaned his head against his hand. "Toronto has not changed a bit..." Matthew thought as he daydreamed that his parents were still alive and Beatty had not have to escape to the army.

[randomly]

Steven had walked the streets of Torono for a good hour before returning to the small bar he had seen earlier. It was a small place and lacked the hustle and bustle of some of the larger establishments. It suited Steven just find though so he made his way into the bar. Mack quickly sat down in a comfy chair next to the fire, warming his hands and his feet. While his military uniform was quite useful for keeping the chill away, it was incredibly cold out side and Mack's long walk had got Steven incredibly cold.

After warming up in front of the fire for a bit, Steven moved to the bar and moved to sit next to another man in uniform. Mack had no family left in Toronto either so he was looking to make friends with those around him. Once the bartender slid him a bottle of beer, Mack turned to look at the other man. Mack thought he had seen the man some where else but Steven could not put two and two together as he sipped his beer.

"You in the military," Steven said, simply trying to start up some conversation. It was still a good week before he was shipped back to the war front so Mack had time to kill. A friend would be a useful way to kill time while waiting for Steven's call back to the front.

[Matthew Beatty]

Matthew heard the door open but he didn't turn to look. He just wanted to drink his problems away with his beer. People left the bar until only about three were left inside counting the other person in uniform. The beer was only a third full after Matthew took his last sip. The alcohol was starting to take affect and made Beatty's vision a bit more blurry. All the people of Toronto were probably at home with their family. But for Matthew his entire family was dead. No one to talk to about himself or anything.

When a person came as sat beside Matthew he looked over at him. He was in a army uniform and had the distinct symbols of a sergeant. "Yes I am. Matthew Beatty is my name. Yours?" Beatty asked to the man. The bartender turned to the other man and saw the uniform. Matthew took another sip from his beer while he waited for the other soldier to answer his question.

[randomly]

Steven took a massive slug of his beer before even begining to think of answering the other man's question. The beer was of a decent quality but nothing to special, especially seeing as the bar tender had given Mack the beer for free just like he had done for the Matthew Beatty character.

"I am Steven Mack, I just returned from Europe about a day ago. I am returning a few days, more like a week," Steven said with a chuckle. A week was plenty of time off for him as he could not wait to return to the battle field and rage war on the enemies of his land. Steven was a true patriot in his own mind and could not bare the thought of others sacrificing their lives for him just like his whole family had done for him.

"When are you due back in the field," Steven said, finishing of the first of many beers to come. He waved his hand at the bartender figuring that the man would give him another one for free. Mack would be rather angered if that did not happen.

[Matthew Beatty]

Matthew took another sip of beer, finishing it. He listened to Stevens answer and said I'm due back in three days. I have no family so that is going to go REALLY slow... Beatty said while staring at the counter. He wondered why this Steven character was at this bar. Matthew was only hear because his life changed so much outside of it. But Mack didn't seem to have any special reason. The bartender grabbed Beatty's glass and refilled it with bear. The bartender said "You each get two free drinks. Then you gotta start payin' Matthew smiled and said to the bartender "Do not worry I am planning to leave soon anyway."

The bartender refiled Stevens glass and said "This is your last free one buddy!" Beatty hoped Mack would not start a scene about having to pay for his drinks now. But if he did Matthew would just leave and sleep in his motel until he was sent back. To pass the time Beatty said "So... You Canadian? Or are you an American seeing what Canada is?" Matthew smiled as he took a sip of his new glass of beer. "I will need to stop drinking after this glass. Vision is gettin' blurry!" Beatty said with a chuckle as he waited for Steven's reply. He hoped that he could get away soon and sleep.

[randomly]

Steven downed the the rather healthy portion of beer in a short chug to make a point that he expected more free beer. Being back in Toronto, the land of sorrows for him, Steven was becoming more rash and even downright angered. However, for the time bieng he attempted to keep his cool and continue the conversation with the other sergeant.

"I am a Canadian, born and raised in this here city," Mack said with a laugh, thinking to himself 'if raised is what you would call it. His child hood had been a complete mess rather then the normal life of a young one. And then Mack looked at the other man with disdain as Mathew proclaimed that the one glass of beer had made his vision blurry. Mack was a veteran drinker and the beer had not even begun to give him a buzz.

"One beer and your done? Aren't you quite the drinker," Mack said with a laugh which was more at Matthew than with him. Steven had a lack of respect for a man who could not hold some liquor. His brother had taught him to love the alcohol, to dim the pain with the buzz and to wash it all away with the forced sleep that enough beer could bring.

[Matthew Beatty]

Matthew nodded at Steven then took another sip of his beer. People always made fun of him because he does not drink a lot. It was good practice for the field as he could not drink in Europe. He looked around again and saw the bar not deserted except for Beatty and Mack. The sound of the fire crackling comforted Matthew. It was the only comforting thing that had happened on his leave. He took one last swig of his beer and finished it. "Bartender do you have a cigar? I need to smoke something..." Beatty asked the bartender. Matthew did not usually smoke but he did sometimes to pass the time.

The bartender grabbed a cigar and a lighter and gave it to Beatty "Keep the lighter. I have more. Said the bartender as Matthew took the cigar and lighter. The cigar was not cut yet so Leson took out a small knife he kept in his pocket and used it to cut off an end. He then brought it up to his mouth and used the lighter to light it. Beatty blew the smoke in the opposite direction of the bartender and Steven. "I will ignore you laughing at me, But you should know I can get a pretty bad temper sometimes." Matthew said as he blew more smoke from his mouth. Beatty noticed that the alcohol was starting to cloud his judgment. Even after two glasses he was starting to get a little drunk.

[randomly]

Steven almost began to laugh again at the other sergeant but decided it would be better to keep a light conversation that an all out war. It was his break after all and did not need to go back to the front with bruises on his face. He finished his second beer with ease and dropped enough money for at least two more beers. While Matthew began smoking the cigar, Steven pulled out a pack of cigarettes and immediately began smoking one.

"Cigars are too expensive these days, can not afford them," Mack said with a light hearted laugh as he puffed a small smoke ring. Steven had light the cigarettes with a match while Beatty had been puffing at the cigar.

"So what regiment are you in?" Mack said in the attempt to keep the conversation going. There was still a few hours before Steven would return to his humble motel so he attempted to keep the conversation going in hopes of having some entertainment for the night.

[Matthew Beatty]

Matthew was glad that the other sergeant did not take his comment personally. Smoke was now starting to fill the bar as the two men smoked. Beatty blew out a large amount of smoke into the air to add to the cloud of smoke. Matthew heard nothing outside so most of Toronto was at home by now. If anyone were to come into the bar then would see two smoking sergeants drinking beer. Beatty's cigar was halfway to his fingers so he decided to just go and throw it in the fire.

Before answering Mack's question he got up and walked to the fireplace. The crackling of wood was now getting louder with each step. Matthew got to the fireplace and dropped his cigar inside of it. The fire engulfed the cigar and made it disappear behind a cloak of red and orange. Then Beatty said "I'm in the the 49th Division, 148th Infantry. In the first regiment." Matthew thought if he had ever seen Steven before but it was unlikely. There were millions of people in the war and thousands of Canadians.

Beatty got to his stool and asked "You've heard mine. So whats yours? He put enough money for one beer and the bartender took it and gave him a filled glass. Matthew took a sip from it and looked at the counter in boredom.

[randomly]

Steven no longer cared for the conversation. The alcohol had suddenly hit the man and now he was completly queezy. He stormed out of the bar after throwing his glass at the bartender, drop kicking the nearest table and attempting to smash the front window with a chair. Mack tumbled out into the street, moving down the road towards his motel. Once he got back, he would undoubtedly collapse onto his bed or possibly onto the floor.

He was a raging drunk to say the least.

[Matthew Beatty]

Matthew was surprises as Steven just threw his glass. The bartender ducked as glass shards rained down on top of him. Beatty yelled at Mack "Hey! Whats your problem?" But Mack just stormed out as he destroyed the bar. The bartender was swearing loudly at the door as Mack left and Matthew quickly finished his beer and said "I am so sorry for that mans behavior. while taking out all the money in his wallet, Which was about $10. "Please take all this money. Again I am sorry!" Beatty said as he walked out of the bar.

The night hit him as he saw Steven walking down the street. "Who cares about him..." Beatty mumbled as he walked the opposite direct to his motel room. He was tired and hoped that he could get to his room and sleep. For once in his life he was glad to be going back to Europe in a few days. As Toronto was to boring. Matthew put his hands in his pockets as he walked. the cold air of Canada was starting to hit him again. Beatty shivered and continued walking down the deserted street towards his motel.

Soon he saw the large sign from his motel. "Finally!" Matthew thought as he got to his door and opened it with his key. Inside he did not even bother to take off his uniform as he collapsed on his bed, Fast asleep.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post

Just a reminder guys, the posting standard is 15 lines, it isn't strongly enforced, but it does take a toll on the amount of CP you would earn, so even though we may not bother you much about it, you indirectly take a penalty for it.

The following CP has been issued:

Beatty - 6CP (you had one more post than Mack)

Mack - 5CP

-JT