Miracles Don't Happen|{open}{INACTIVE}

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine's face lit up at the mention of burgers. "Excellent. I've been dying for a good burger for days. Wall Street lunch meetings don't usually cater to the burger and fries type, if you know what I mean." She said as she ordered a bacon cheeseburger and basket of fries. She then turned to listen to again to what Chandler was saying.

"What's wrong with getting married...If I can fall in love, you can."

Katherine laughed dryly at the young heir's tipsy comments as she began to fell the alcohol get to her too, as she chuckled dryly. "Look, if you'd been around the men I have, you'd swear off marriage too. But if you know of any eligible bachelors you think will change my life, then give me their numbers, please." Katherine took another drink as her order came. She took a large bite of the juicy burger and savoured the taste.

"My God, this is almost orgasmic! I need to come here more often..." She exclaimed as she swallowed her first mouthful.

You make me want to ask what the heck I'm doing to keep the rampaging monster at bay...Although I want to take the credit for your current pleasant demeanor, the drink probably has something to do with it too."

She thought about Chandler's comment. Why WAS she in such a good mood?

"I suppose cynical humour likes cynical humour...and I think my sparring with Tormei left me too tired to get mad at anyone else today." She smiled sheepishly as she dug into the basket of fries.

[hamlet]

"Excellent. I've been dying for a good burger for days. Wall Street lunch meetings don't usually cater to the burger and fries type, if you know what I mean."

"I hate Wall Street lunch meetings." Harry said. "Seriously. What's appealing about them? Nothing. A bunch of higher ups that only want to pat themselves on the back with caviar and wine for what? For being rich. And then they talk about how to get richer. Why would I go to that? I can do that at home." And most times he did. "My father hated it too. But of course, they're necessary. They're all mindless, idiotic...what's the word?" He paused. "Nevermind. I'll stick with sharks. Yeah, sharks."

"Look, if you'd been around the men I have, you'd swear off marriage too. But if you know of any eligible bachelors you think will change my life, then give me their numbers, please."

He was taking swallow of his drink, but then he stifled a laugh, covering his mouth - almost choking. He swallowed and coughed, still laughing a bit. "Some of the guys at Hamlet Enterprises. Try them." His voice came out hoarse. "Sorry -" He laughed and coughed at the same time. "They like long walks on the beach and late night movies. And being mindless followers to a greedy murderous CEO." He let that word 'murderous' slip accidentally within his heavy sarcasm. He didn't even realize it until after he said it. Hopefully Katherine wouldn't notice. He was already on a roll. "Yeah, NYC has a wide pool of bachelors, take your pick."

Harry watched as she received her burger and she looked delighted.

"My God, this is almost orgasmic! I need to come here more often..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, apparently you do if that's the one adjective you can come up with to describe that hamburger." He took the opportunity to snatch a fry from the basket, he grinned shamelessly.

"I suppose cynical humour likes cynical humour...and I think my sparring with Tormei left me too tired to get mad at anyone else today."

"You know what? Me too. I'm tired of...sparring. I'd rather put it off. It takes too much energy and its not something I look forward to. Plus for me I have to really...get it right if I'm trying to get someone mad you know? It's just too much. So let's make a deal. Like a business deal except...not. No sparring for at least....a few hours." He put his hand out towards her to shake. "Deal?"

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine took his hand "Deal. I need a break tonight". She took another bite of her burger.
It really was one of the best things she'd ever had.

"Maybe it's not orgasmic, but it is damn good", She remarked, swallowing another mouthful and grabbing a fry. She than pushed the basket towards Chandler, indicating that he should help himself. She downed the rest of the beer and immediately ordered another. "Wait," She called to waitress at the last minute, "I want an apple-tini instead." Turning to Chandler, she smiled and unsteady smile. "If I'm going to get drunk, it might as well be with something fruity and outrageously coloured. Nothing like bright-green alcohol to liven up the party, eh?" She leaned back in her chair and laughed a deep, throaty laugh, a sign that she was starting to loosen up.

"So, are you the company matchmaker then, Mr. Chandler? I certainly hope you're good at your job." She leaned in and spoke in a mock serious tone "It's my romantic future I'd be putting in your hands, you know."

When her drink arrived, Katherine took the martini glass by its long stem and watched Chandler through the green fluid that tinted it. She smiled, observing how it seemed warp everything caught in its gaze.

"I may not know what it's like to see the world through rose-coloured glasses, but I think I just learned what it's like to see it through a green-tinted martini glass. Quite an entrancing sight I must say." She said with a chuckle as she took a sip of her drink and set it down on the table...

[hamlet]

Harry grinned when she shook his hand and celebrated by finishing off his drink and asking for another. "Seriously, you're going to get the tip of your life by the end of the night," Harry said to the bartender. That had to be the part of Harry that was related to his father talking. He wasn't just naturally generous. The alcohol, of course, helped a lot too, he figured.

"Maybe it's not orgasmic, but it is damn good"

"Damn good is...good. Damn good is very good, in fact." Harry said, watching as she slid the basket over to him. He was more than welcome to take the hint, he helped himself. He paused and watched as Katherine ordered an apple-tini, and grinned. "Well I'm sorry, miss, for being boring with just plain whiskey." He joked. "You know what though? Color is a good idea actually. Life lacks color sometimes. " He took his drink and gazed down at it, looking at the liquid and swirling it around. "We all need a bit more color in our lives, don't we?" He took a swig.

"So, are you the company matchmaker then, Mr. Chandler? I certainly hope you're good at your job."

"I'm so good its really, really scary." he commented with a smirk. "A very romantic novel comes to mind when I think about my skills....'The Shining.' Wasn't that a romantic story? I thought so." He glanced at Katherine to see her reaction. " You can back out now, I won't take it personally - HEY!" He interrupted his sentence to catch the attention of the bartender. "You're doing amazing!" He raised his glass to him.

"I may not know what it's like to see the world through rose-coloured glasses, but I think I just learned what it's like to see it through a green-tinted martini glass. Quite an entrancing sight I must say."

"Roses are red, violets are blue...as they say." Harry replied, gazing at Katherine looking through the glass, amused. "Who thought of such an obvious poem? No need to tell people that roses are red. And violets are more purple to me than blue anyway." He rolled his eyes. " I have no clue why I brought that up, by the way." He grinned at Katherine.

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

"I'm not all that sure that a homicidal Jack Nicholson wielding an ax is particularly romantic." Katherine said with a smirk as she drank down her apple-tini and ordered another. She started feeling the buzz coming on, and the alcohol was starting to take effect.

"Dracula on the other hand...now there's a man who knows how to romance a girl." She held up her glass in a mock to toast. "Mr. Stoker certainly knew what he was doing when he wrote that novel." She grabbed a fry from the basket, waving it at Chandler as she spoke, before popping it into her mouth.

"And maybe you should tone it done. I think you're scaring the staff" Katherine giggled drunkenly. She took another bite of her burger and thrust a handful of fries into her mouth.

"I'm not sure who wrote that blasted poem, but I hate anything so blithely and stupidly romantic. Actually I dislike romanticism in general. Romance died along with chivalry, and it'll stay dead as long as men think with their dicks instead of their brains." Katherine smirked snidely at Chandler, feeling her thoughts start to swirl in her head. Tonight was going to be a very interesting night at the rate of alcohol they were consuming...

[hamlet]

"I'm not all that sure that a homicidal Jack Nicholson wielding an ax is particularly romantic."

"What?! You're kidding." He said sarcastically, stifling a laugh.

"Dracula on the other hand...now there's a man who knows how to romance a girl. Mr. Stoker certainly knew what he was doing when he wrote that novel."

"So you'd marry a vampire?" Harry rolled his eyes, thinking it a bit cliche, but then he paused. "You know, being a vampire wouldn't be so bad actually. I wouldn't have to worry about dying, I can get revenge on whoever I wanted - you know, because I'm a vampire - and," He took another swallow of his drink. "...I just really like the 'not worrying about dying' part." He started to feel really sluggish so, with an elbow on the bar, he propped his head up with his hand, looking at Katherine, tracing the rim of his glass lazily with his finger. "What would it be like to live forever? To not have to worry about whether you can get through the rest of life because...well, there is no end?" His thoughts were swirling a bit and he shook his head. "God, I want to be a vampire."

"And maybe you should tone it down. I think you're scaring the staff"

Harry faked as if he were offended. "Not so. Not so." He downed the rest of the drink, slightly slamming the glass back down on the bar because of the sluggishness of his limbs. Immediately called out, "My amazing bartender! One more, just one. I'm going to take it easy this time so...yeah just one more." He grinned mischievously at Katherine as the bartender filled up the glass, knowing full well that he wasn't taking it 'easy.' He was already beginning to be too far gone.

"I'm not sure who wrote that blasted poem, but I hate anything so blithely and stupidly romantic. Actually I dislike romanticism in general. Romance died along with chivalry, and it'll stay dead as long as men think with their dicks instead of their brains."

"You are severely mistaken." Harry said, poking her shoulder drunkenly. "...about the romance part, I mean. I admit, men are plain stupid, yes. But then there's that one woman who comes along and just turns his world inside out. It's pure romance - too good to be true." He took a swallow of his refilled drink. "You could be that woman for someone you know. Turn some stupid man's world upside down." He shook his head as the words coming out of his mouth started to register. His time with Ophelia will be short lived. He knew that.

He groaned dramatically and put his head down on the bar. "Uggghhh ignore everything I just said. I'm big, fat, terrible liar." He lifted his head up and looked at Katherine. "You're right. If it seems too good to be true. It probably is."

[oscar]

How many days had he gone without sleep this time? Maybe it was three, or no, no it might have been four. At this point in time he couldn’t really remember. Ike had been working night and day between the college and in the lab. There were some bodies that left too many wayward clues for his over obsessive mind to just let go. However, finally having been kicked out of work and taking his first shower in the past few days he had decided to clean himself up and go out for a well earned drink. Everyone needed a break right? Ike had trimmed his much needed growing facial hair to the usual goatee and small mustache connecting down. He opted for contacts and went with a white button up shirt with a black pea coat and black slacks.

That of course was several hours ago, and how many drinks later. He had been wandering from bar to bar, debating on which to stay in. It was easy to tell when he was getting drunker. Every time he exited a bar he would weave around the crowds staying in the well lit areas of the sidewalk and dodging shadows in a drunkenly graceful manner. At one point in time before he finally got to the most recent bar he stopped and stared down an alley, focus going in and out for a second as he rose his hand that held the forgotten cigarette and shook it towards the black alley way.

“I’m uhrmmm not scared of you, you stupid figment of-“ a crash and howl of an animal resounded, sounding similar to angry cat trying to catch another more pitiful one. The sound made him jump “Kidddddinngg!” He laughed nervously before side stepping quickly and getting to the bar entrance. Perhaps over drinking wasn’t the best idea for the superstitious man, but once he started he had a hard time stopping.

Pushing the bar door open he paused and looked at his fingers holding the Newport. “Ahh, there you are you little devil.” He shoved the door and stepped in stopping before gather composure for a split second and bringing the cigarette up to his lips, slipping a lighter out and lighting up the cancer stick. He breathed in deeply, eyes closing for a second in pure drunken bliss before he opened them and looked around. The dry throat and need for a tasty beverage hit him like a baseball bat, until he smelt the aroma of fries and burgers. A large growl bellowed from within his flat stomach as his eyes widened in delight.

Stumbling across the room he paused in the middle of it to take a hit of his cigarette. His stomach growled in irritation, bringing Ike’s focus back to its necessary task. Food and whiskey; or perhaps a beer. Exhaling Ike continued to make his way, almost successfully making his way up to the bar where the smell was coming from. At one point he bumped into a man, “Sorry chap,” He mumbled raising a hand at patting the oversized older man on the shoulder. The guy looked at him and shook his head as Ike finally came to the bar and saw where the delicious aroma was coming from.

Excitement thrilled the drunken man as his stomach seemed to understand the message transmitted from cornea and nasal. Not seeming to notice for a second that the food wasn’t just there for the taking Ike walked up and reaching delicately over the man and woman scooped up several fingers with his cigarette held hand raised behind him. Subconciously a part of him understood there were people right next to him and that this was their food, but hunger is a terrible demon that he must conquer. Pulling back he tilted his head back and popped the fries into his mouth one by one, a soft mew like “mmmmmm” Resounding from his lips as he stepped back for a moment.

Opening his eyes and going to take a drag from the cigarette he looked at the pair before pausing and looking at the half eaten burgers before frowning, “Hmmm…. That was yours wasn’t it…” The frown left his face for a playful half smile before he leaned in and placed his palms, cigarette positioned away on the ladies cheeks before planting a small peck of a kiss on her lips and turning to do so to the man in a motion that was so quick and so fluid that even the bartender stopped with shock. He straightened up and hailed the bartender speaking up, “I want what their having, and Double whiskey on the rocks! Pay for their drinks too, I think I might have done a rather stupid thing just now!” Taking another drag he walked over and took a seat on a stool away from them growing quiet suddenly as if he had done nothing wrong, head bobbing back and forth to the beat of the background music. A small smile teased the corner of his lips… yes he knew what he did.

[philosopher]

gave me gear, thank you dear, bring your sister over here

Caymus Cabernet, Napa Valley 2004.

Holmes remained pensive for a moment, pinching the stem of the glass and holding it a little away from him, as if seeking to unravel some enigma. Good swirl to it, excellent body, though a bit on the thin side - not as world-class as those reds from France, or Spain, but wine was wine at the end of the day. And wine was good.

Then after a few moments of engaging hesitation, it pleased him to yield to his solicitations. He polished a section of the glass off, then reclined back with it in hand.

To say, it must have at least an hour since Holmes sat down at the small, lantern-lit table - but, it had been a good day. His sense of superiority over his rival investigation gave him assurance; moreover, his romantic taste for any adventure savouring of peril shed a halo of glory round the situation, and all the inborn generosity of his young blood awoke at the prospect of progress.

Few drunken persons besides themselves remained upon the bar. Ladies and gentlemen strolled up and down across the place, by his table, through the doors - to which Holmes caught a look at a man, surrounded by cigarette-smoke, nearly floating in. He uttered a little something, and Holmes instantly detached himself. Until, that is, that same man grabbed his attention back not too long later. Tapidly approaching the watering hole, he was seized in some muffled merrymaking and then went off to sulk on another end of the counter. Holmes' eyes brightened, though faintly, That'll be him for the night then, he thought in slow and measured speech.

Holmes, who felt in the best of spirits at that moment, gave vent to one of those frank bursts of laughter which were one of his most engaging traits, when he saw just who that man had been pestering. He stood, his voice slowly elevating.

'Harry Chandler, you saucy git!'

Susceptible to the mode of urging, he bounded to his feet and made a stride forward with uplifted whip. Simply devouring the intervening space, and very much on the point of joining, he beamed with pert delight.

'Fancy seeing you at a bar, hm?' Holmes remarked with glowing cheek.


(and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN SOMERHALDER while I'm here.)

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine's head was starting to spin, and not from the alcohol, though that was a contributing factor. She was trying to comprehend a random man who smelt like whiskey coming up and kissing her after stealing her French fies when ANOTHER man came up and began chatting up young Chandler.

"Oi, what in God's holy name is going on here!" She huffed as she made to flag down the bar tender for another apple-tini.

"Harry, we've just been kissed by a very strange man who's made off with our fries. Am I drunk, or is that just a wee bit odd?" She asked, taking a large gulp of her drink when it arrived. She observed the previous stranger sitting on a stool away from them, a fog of blue smoke surrounding him. Well, at least he was gone.

Katherine took a big bite of her burger and turned to observe Chandler's companion. A boisterous Englishmen wearing a suit and...Chuck Taylor's of all things. This one was definitely eccentric. No wonder he was friendly with the erratic heir. A match made in heaven , she smirked to herself.

"So Harry, why don't you introduce me to your...friemd?" Katherine asked, casting a curious eye over the man...

[hamlet]

Harry looked up from his brief breakdown to see a man grab Katherine's fries. He watched in a lazy stupor, one eyebrow slightly raise, as the guy popped each one in his mouth - enjoying them immensely no doubt.

“Hmmm…. That was yours wasn’t it…”

Harry watched him still somewhat dumbfounded, as the guy kissed Katherine.

"That has to be the rudest thing I've ever--" His sentence was cut off by the man kissing him as well. Harry furrowed his brow and took a moment to register what just happened. Yes this guy did just eat their fries and he did just kiss him. Harry blinked several times.

"Harry, we've just been kissed by a very strange man who's made off with our fries. Am I drunk, or is that just a wee bit odd?"

"Excuse me for a moment," Harry went right back to his drink and took another good swallow. Now he was ready to return to this nutty scene at hand. "And to answer your question you are drunk. And that is odd. So both. Ta-daaa." He grinned and then attempted to address the man who stole their fries.

“I want what their having, and Double whiskey on the rocks! Pay for their drinks too, I think I might have done a rather stupid thing just now!"

Harry opened his mouth to respond but paused. This guy just took their fries, kissed them both, and paid for their drinks. You don't exactly see that everyday. What was there to say but... "You are fascinating. Now who the hell are you?" Then he added the following without taking much of a breath. "You must come here often. After work maybe? What do you do? Does it pay well? Are you fed enough? Or you could have just had the munchies. People do when their drunk. You must be really drunk. I'm not drunk. Do I look drun--"

And before he could quiz him more he flinched a bit in surprise at the sound of Sherlock's voice.

"Harry Chandler, you saucy git!"

His almost silver eyes widened when he turned to see him. "Ah, the detective is here!" With a grin, he stood unsteadily and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Yes, I 'fancy' a trip to the bar now and then, but call me crazy, Holmes, but you aren't so innocent yourself. Actually, scratch that. Don't call me crazy. The press might be around just to jump at the chance to say that because I like to indulge in a drink or two," He reached over and grabbed his drink. " I need to go to some asylum. I need none of that right now." He took a swallow.

"So Harry, why don't you introduce me to your...friend?"

"Mm," he said mid swallow, letting go of Sherlock and placing the drink back on the bar. "Right. Katherine, this is Detective Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock this is Katherine Minola. Fellow dweller of Wall Street, in the land of business. And Sherlock this is..." He gestured to the man bobbing his head to the beat of the music and paused, just now realizing he never got his name. "Well I'm not sure who he is. Did we cover that bit of information yet?" He asked the guy.

[philosopher]

Holmes had become a little more happy lately; a little more used to his new life. And day by day something undefinable began to draw him towards his company. It was in fact the dawning spirit of social poise, which should and might have come before being struck down by some God-awful, narcotic malaise, instead of being, as now, an after-growth. Beneath the influence of recovery Holmes' very likeness altered; his face grew more youthful, his voice carrying more of a bounce.

Mutually responding Holmes slung one arm around his companion and looked at him amusedly. 'How much you had, mate?' Looking at him now, as he sat at this bar, the detective hardly appeared to be the same man who, having returned from Hell, was crippled back into shrinking awe in a hospital bed just months prior.

He replied to himself carelessly, 'You know what, that's a good idea. Oi!' Observing the un-named fella, Holmes waved him down for his attention. 'Where's my free drink then? I don't have to snog it out of you too, do I?'

Harry too was more cheerful. All the long railway journey the two men seemed to just amuse each other; the humorous half of both dispositions - for the two had, like most good men, a spice of humour about them. And with a few strong drinks involved, it came out as it had never done before. However, Holmes abruptly broke his attention from him and perceived his female company, who seemed to be regarding him right back.

'Miss Minola,' He raised his wineglass to her, then smilingly sunk it. 'Are you as wankered as my little friend here?'


(Wankered = Drunk. )

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

(OC: sorry it's so short. I have to do a crapload of posting in short period period of time, so everything needs to be brief XD)

Katherine's head was spinning even faster now, and this time the alcohol was probably the primary cause. She observed Harry's companion, who spoke with a clipped English accent and went by the very odd moniker of Sherlock.

"Are you as wankered as my little friend here?"

"If you mean drunk, then yes, I probably am, Mr. Holmes."

She smiled and and raised her martini glass to his, finishing her drink and promptly ordering another. When the appletini arrived, she took a long drink and proceeded to make conversation with Holmes, though, being inebriated as she was, her tact was all but gone.

"What kind of name is Sherlock? It's right up there with naming your kinds Virgil or Norbert. Outright ridiculous, no offense." Katherine chuckled drunkenly as went for her burger again.

[hamlet]

Harry let out a laugh, doubling over a bit with his arm around Sherlock, almost pulling him down as well. "I'm sorry," he said in between laughter. Thank goodness he wasn't drinking anything when Katherine said that. He let go of Sherlock and reached over for his drink. "I'm not laughing at you Sherlock, if you were to laugh your self, I'd be laughing with you." He took a good swallow of the drink.

"I echo Katherine's lack of offense. Seriously. Because Katherine is a nice person and you have a nice name. We need more unique names in the world. Clearly, I was deprived from having one of those."

He took another swallow of his drink and asked, "So how goes things in the world of detective-ing? Detecting, I mean. Being a detective." He shook his head and rolled his eyes a bit at his own word slip up.

[philosopher]

Holmes' looked up fleetingly into the woman's eyes, leant back his head and frowned. 'What kind of name is Katherine?'

He eyed her stubbornly for a moment, then wheeled his dark eyes, as if for inspiration, to a waiting glass of wine. Which he helped himself to. He had in a sense, followed this long, loosely stitched, preliminary argument since day one; and he had at least in part realised that he sat there between two clear friendly minds acting in the friendliest and most obvious intoxication. Despite afew glasses himself, Holmes was - for now - capable of fixing his attention very closely on any single fragment of conversation, or of rousing himself into being much more than a dispassionate.

Some force was applied to his shoulders as Harry tugged forward in a laughing fit, though not enough to topple him. Though somewhat jostled, his glass nearly tipped. He stole back and when Harry sprang back up, this first wild bout of laughter over, he heartily patted the man's chest and stretched a smile, 'Brilliant, Harry Chandler. Just brilliant. But I detected something then. I ... detected, that you nearly spilt my drink.'

He turned with a smile so keenly fixed and enthusiastic, and disturbed the regularity of Harry's hair by ruffling it. Looking sidelong at Katherine, he lifted his saved glass as if to her acument and set it down again without tasting it. 'Miss Minola, if I'm right, the name means fair haired, but I'd look even stupider going round saying Hello everyone, my name's Fair-Haired Holmes. I'd have no friends. Although ... ' With infinite relish, he smoothed a hand through his hair. 'But if you prefer it, feel free. I'm not averse.'

[KATHERINE MINOLA]

Katherine chuckled drunkenly as she downed her drink and ordered another.

"I think I'll stick yo Sherlock if you don't mind. And Katherine is a perfectly respectable name, thank-you-very-much. Everyone in my extended family seems to prefer the Italian version of my name though - Katerina - which makes me sound like some idiotic princess in a tower." Katherine babbled on until her drink came. She took a large sip - more of a gulp by the sound of it - and continued her drunken rambling at Sherlock.

"There have been worse names, of course, and I'm certainly happy at being given a more practical one, but I suppose there is a novelty in being unique that way. When I was nine or ten I used to pretend I was Guinevere with flowing golden locks, or Morgana, or some other adventurous female. That was before I had reality knocked into me, of course." She smirked sloppily and took a another drink, watching Holmes' reactions through a haze of alcohol.