Backstory Scenes

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This is a space to post any scenes for your character which are set before October 1st, 2013. Scenes submitted for specific mod prompts such as "first meetings" will count towards a small narrative reward for all involved characters, but all backstory scenes are welcome!

🧟 First Meetings: Share scenes of your characters meeting (or re-meeting) for the first time after the world ended. This can be the first notable one-on-one interaction the characters had rather than the literal first time they met if it's more dramatically compelling!
🧟‍♀️ Other Scenes: What else have your characters been up to?
🧟‍♂️ OOC: Plotting & Scene Requests
🧟 OOC: Other Chatter

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Other Scenes - Emmett & Quaid pre-apocalypse drinks

[quaid]

 

BEFORE ▪ LOCAL BAR IN TRUMBLE CO, WA ▪ 5:30 pm

 

It’d been another long day, but you wouldn’t catch Quaid complaining. He’d been busy up until closing time, but knew that the double-wide would sit empty for a few more hours until Dafne and Mikayla were done with the latter’s dance rehearsal. With that in mind he’d gotten in his truck and driven to the local watering hole for a drink and a conversation to tide him over until “his girls” were free once more. It wasn’t that the grown ass man couldn’t spend time to his lonesome, though much preferred to be around the company of others.

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So there he sat, having shortly ago been greeted with a rousing chorus of “Quaid!” and “Marv!” when he walked in before retiring to a corner of the bartop and ordering a beer before he set about people watching. The half dozen or so inhabitants of the bar were primarily of the older, day drinking crowd, but it was about that time others started trickling in.

This time an uproar of “Emmmettt!!” and “Em!” had him peering over his shoulder, eyes briefly landing on the man in question before returning to his drink with a smirk as he added his own “sonuvabitch” before taking a sip.

Emmett greeted the regulars with an assortment of hearty back slaps and "How are ya"s before making his way toward the empty seat next to a familiar face.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," he teased Quaid cheerfully before turning to the bartender and ordering the usual. He then returned his attention to Quaid and asked, "How's business? How're the girls?"

Quaid liked to think the locals ‘round these parts were a decent sort, even if they weren’t especially welcoming to strangers. He personally was the type to shut down any bigoted bullshit that might have come out of oldtimers, though likewise wasn’t especially trusting to people he didn’t already know.

Good thing the lumberin’ oaf that sidled up next to him was a long-time acquaintance; friend even on a good day or when they occasionally went hunting together. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he playfully roused, briefly tipping that ballcap in the other man’s direction to complete the hyperbolic welcome.

“Oh, you know, business is business. Did I tell you we can get that wagyu beef now whenever? Don’t even need to special order it.” The other would know this was a mouthful on the topic of himself, and of course there was more enthusiasm behind one of his undoubted favorite subjects. “They’re great. Kay’s got some dance recital next Wednesday and Daf’s helping with the costumes, so consider this your invite if one hasn’t already made it to your household.” Hey, he could now say he’d done his due diligence in telling Emmett about it.

“How’s Steph? The farm?”

Emmett let out a small sigh and took a sip of his beer. "Oh, y'know. She gets a little antsy when she hasn't been to the city in awhile. Maybe I should pick up some of that wagyu beef, make her a nice dinner so she feels a little less bored. Dinner and a dance recital. Who knows? She might find it inspiring." He sounded a little bit hopeful, even though he followed it up with, "Farm's the same as always. Got a new foal this week, but that's about it. Does Mikayla want to see a baby horse?"

“Since when did you turn into a romantic?” Quaid jokes, taking a pull from his own beer and dramatically smacking his lips. He’d known Em long enough to know the other man had numerous facets not seen at first glance, but it didn’t make it any less fun to poke at his prickly ass. “But she’d probably appreciate it.” They were friends enough that Quaid could admit from one man to another when there was an at least decent idea, plus it wasn’t like there were that many things to do around ‘town’.

“Does a bear shit in the woods… Which is to say congrats on the new member of the menagerie and this weekend work for you?”

Emmett just rolled his eyes at the jab, content to keep any other romantic ideas to himself. He was more than happy to let the conversation drift to livestock instead.

"Yeah, weekend's good. After lunch work for you folks? Steph'll love getting to go full horse girl with someone else. Bring Dafne, too. Steph'd appreciate the company, I'm sure."

There was a slight uproar as the hockey game on the bar’s three whole TVs got exciting, Quaid momentarily looking over his shoulder to check on the score before returning his attention to the conversation. “Unless you want me to bring over something to grill, after lunch works fine.”

There’s a chuckle at the mention of Emmett’s wife going full horse girl, knowing that there’d be two more added in at this rate. “Yeah? Sure, I’m sure they’d love the chance to get together and Daf says I never take her anyplace but PTA meeting these days, so…” Something he never thought he’d catch himself saying, yet Quaid wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“I can show you my new compound bow, too.” Bonding, companionship, masculinity et al.

Emmett raises his eyebrows, pleased by both Quaid's offers. "Yeah? Wouldn't say no to grillin'. Wouldn't say no to checking out that bow either. Sounds like a good afternoon. Gals'll like it, too."

He gets the attention of the bartender as they walk by. "Can I get another round for me and this fella here? Please and thanks."

It wouldn’t do to say a smile came about at Emmett’s words as that was his resting face, though Quaid’s features further split into one. “Sounds like a plan to me. We’ll grill, visit the foal, Dafne’ll comment on how I’m gonna shoot myself in the face one of these days, and certainly we’ll all have a good laugh over it.” Quite honestly a perfect weekend day in these parts.

The one who always has something to say takes a wordless thanks in raising his original beer that was nearly finished in Emmett’s direction and swigging the last bit down.