Whiskey Tango Foxtrot - Over

[Marcus Foster]

"So when he comes back we all start giving him shit as you're supposed to do when you get a twenty-one year old his first lap dance and he doesn't say a thing.  Come to find out he turned down the lap dance and just sat in the back room talking with this stripper about Pokemon or some shit for almost a half hour!"  Marcus paused to knock back the rest of the beer in his mug.  "Two months later she's knocked up and they're getting married."

The tattooed, former Army Ranger threw his hands up in an incredulous manner and laughed.  He didn't bother to go into how that story ultimately ended as it simply wasn't the right time to go that far.  Marcus was in his element sitting at the table in the bustling bar.  He paused and refilled his mug from the pitcher of beer that had been placed in the middle of the table.  Someone approaching caught Marcus' attention.  Glancing up he spotted the young, blonde woman who'd recently started working at Bellefonte.

"Hey!"  He said, waving Teagan Abbot  over and gesturing for her to have a seat in an empty chair next to hi.  "Glad you could make it, pull up a seat."  A couple days prior Marcus had asked around to gauge interest in getting together after work for a few drinks.  A handful of other staffers had accepted the invitation, though there weren't many Marcus had much interest in.  He found most of them to be bland and a bit too pretentious for his tastes.  The new blonde chick from across the pond, though?  He would insist his interest in her was purely based upon what little he'd gleaned of her personality and nothing more.

"Can we get another round?"  He asked the waitress once she'd drawn closer.  "And you can go ahead and put whatever she's drinking on the same tab."

[Teagan Abbot]

Teagan had been trying to get adjusted with her new living arrangements, her dorm room was tidy and the boxes were mostly unpacked, with just a few piled in the corner neatly. She'd gotten her office decorated to her liking, though there were still a few things she had been thinking about tweaking. Perhaps a candle or something to work the calming aromas. Or incense which were pretty good at doing the same kind of thing. She figured that might be against the rules though. So candles would just have to do. A warm cookie scented one. She'd been thinking about it her whole way to the bar that she'd been invited to, while also trying to remember where it was that she was going. Luckily Kalispell was not that large.

She'd settled on a nice, but semi-casual dress to go out in, something that was professional enough to go out with co-workers, but still not quite as conservative as she'd actually wear to work. Teagan had so many clothes to choose from that she often found it hard to pick exactly what she wanted to wear. She had each section of clothing grouped together for organization purposes, otherwise she'd never be able to find anything. Her shoes were much the same. Finally reaching the bar, she scanned the room for a somewhat familiar face or two. The man waving at her was just the face she'd been seeking and when he gestured for her to come over, she found herself smiling.

Teagan gave him a small wave before making her way over and when he motioned to the seat next to him, she settled herself in, placing her clutch purse on the table where there was a little room. The waitress came over to take another order of drinks and Teagan ordered gin and tonic, just like home. "Thank you, I can pitch in though, it's no problem really." Even with her being a counselor, she still had a bit of family money she could dip into. They were well-off to say the least, enough for Teagan to have practically a small shopping boutique as her closet.