[Action/Dictated ~ A Rest day

[atadiscoverer]

[Dr. Beckett is sitting on a couch in the lobby. He's not dressed in his lab coat, as usual, instead dressed causally, and looking a bit bored.]

Does anyone here know of any good fishing spots around here?

Or does anyone want to do something? I find myself a wee bit bored today. I'll be in the lobby.

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[atadiscoverer]

[Carson looks up as someone limps towards him.]

Connor, right. How are you?

[Even off-duty, he can't help himself assuming his professional caring tone.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[He smiles]

Sound as an Irish hound dog. Yerself?

[atadiscoverer]

Just a wee bit bored.

[Carson smiles back.] I want to try my hand at fishing, considering I never got the chance back... [He trails off...]

But I don't know if there's any decent spots around here.

[shepherdsveritas]

[He shrugs, smiling as he lowers himself down onto the couch next to Carson]

Well don' look at me. I jus' got 'ere after all. Never done much fishin', anyway. Always seemed like a waste of time t'me. It's jus' sittin' an' waitin' fer a fish t'come by, now, innit?

[atadiscoverer]

Well, it doesn't have to be fishing. I'd rather do something with someone than sit outside by myself fishing.

[shepherdsveritas]

Well if yer jus' lookin' fer somethin' t'do I'm always game fer a drink, or some cards. [He grins]

[atadiscoverer]

You're asking a Scotsman if he wants a drink. [A matching grin.]

Aye, I'm game.

[shepherdsveritas]

Arrite, then. Where's the best place t'get a drink 'round here?

[atadiscoverer]

Follow me.

[He stands, straightening his jacket, before starting to lead off towards the Lux.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[Not needing any more invitation than that, Connor stands and follows]

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson just leads his newfound friend into the Lux.]

It's a wee bit early, but, why not, aye?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor smiles. Nothing more familiar than a bar, after all]

What're y'talkin' about? It's never too early.

[atadiscoverer]

The doctor in me disagrees.

[He smirks to Connor]

What d'you want? They've got nearly everything.

[shepherdsveritas]

Oi. Yer gonna deprive a thirsty wounded Irishman his beer?

[He lightly backhands Carson in the shoulder with a laugh]

If they don't have Guinness I think I'll jus' hafta leave.

[atadiscoverer]

The doctor in me isn't that stupid.

[He says, returning with a light punch. He knows the score when drinking with gaelic descendants]

Of course they do.

[And so, he orders their drinks, Carson not going with a Guinness, but some sort of Scottish beer, and there's also two shots of something. Carson picks up his own, raising it.]

Friendship?

[shepherdsveritas]

[He laughs. Arrite, you can take a joke, man, but can you DRINK. He grins and raises his own shot]

Friendship. Slainte [He downs the shot, slamming the shot glass down on the bar and picking up his glass]

Oh that's good. I haven't had a drink since... [Yeah... not going there, tonight. He shrugs, taking a sip of his beer] well, let's jus' say it's been longer than I'd like.

[atadiscoverer]

Slàinte. [Another downed shot, and Carson picks up his own glass.

Connor might notice a slight difference in the accent on that salutation, there.]

I take it that more than ten minutes is longer than you'd like?

[shepherdsveritas]

[He does, but he was expecting it. His eyes look down in his drink for a moment]

Was a bit longer'n that. We had some serious shit goin' on. [He looks up with a smirk and gestures to his shoulder] But y'figured that out already, aye?

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, I gathered. [A slight grin]

How'd that happen?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor smiles and shakes his head. He likes you, man, but he's not quite ready to spill on all that quite yet.]

Oh c'mon, now, we're s'posed to be drinkin' fer friendship, not talkin' 'bout that fuckin' mess. How long've y'been here?

[atadiscoverer]

[He chuckles] Aye, fair point.

Just a few months. The castle took me from...

From something important. [Looks like someone else is hiding something.]

[shepherdsveritas]

I know that feeling, aye. [He raises his glass in another toast] But we don't hafta think 'bout it while we're here or so I've been told. Fer now? Let's see if y'can drink as well's y'can wrap bandages.

[atadiscoverer]

Y'know, this is how wars start. [He comments.] Challenging folk to stuff.

[He flashes Connor a grin, before inhaling and managing to down that pint, in one.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[That looks like a challenge. Connor grins before downing his own pint. He slams it to the bar and gestures for two more.]

Wars and friendships, aye?

[atadiscoverer]

Aye.

[He then eyes Connor.]

How're ye healing up, lad?