Just a collection of one-shots of characters coming into Roni's bar. GOLDENQUEEN.

Robert's characters from his various projects. Probably lots of flirting. Might have smut at some point. If you want to see a specific character come in, let me know in comments and I'll try my best!

Requested by Alice on AO3: Nicholas Rush (Stargate Universe)

Tuesdays tended to be slow. After the Monday thirst and the weekend binges, days like these were very much welcome on both her nerves and her feet. She finished up drying one of the tumblers before stacking it back with the others. Cleaning as she went always seemed like the best option on slow days, that way she could avoid the need to stay late just to catch up on cleaning. The loud clatter of voices were but a light hum, soft in the background.

"Whiskey."

"Irish or scotch?"

The man removed his glasses and made a face. He looked as though he hated having to speak again or even settle on a choice. Like there were more pressing matters he would rather address not something as simple as which type of whiskey he preferred. "Doesn't matter."

"Suit yourself." Roni sighed taking down a bottle of irish whiskey, grabbing a clean glass then began pouring. She waited, eyes trained on the guy who seemed to be way more busy looking through a slew of papers he had decorated her bar top with. So she stopped before the glass ran over since he wasn't willing to tell her when to. Placing the bottle back, she turned her attention to a group of twenty somethings in the corner. They were deep in a game of would you rather that had a reason to drink - Roni hadn't caught the reason yet but she was sure it was something nonsensical in the way they giggled and roared with laughter.

Nicholas Rush had only been earthbound for two months and already his nerves were shattered. The last thing he wanted was for Eli to figure out how to dial earth without damaging Destiny in the process. And just to add insult to injury, Telford had all but dragged him through the Stargate. Earth had already found more than one planet fit to dial back to his ship but they refused to allow Rush back until he had a year of having his feet planted here on their home soil. He wouldn't call it his home, it wasn't. His home was currently on a mission years away from here that mattered more than anything currently inked out on his slew of paperwork.

A perfect idea. Eli had decided on a road trip for the crew. Some boring sight seeing adventure that they pulled him into by saying if he participated the SGC would allow him to work everyday with them until his year on earth would finally be finished. What the SGC hadn't taken into consideration, at least he hoped they hadn't, was Matthew Scott's terrible choice in transportation. The radiator had already blown, two tires needed replaced and the muffler needed a severe look at.

Exasperated over a certain equation, he pushed the papers aside and placed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Taking in shallow breaths before gripping the full glass of whiskey. Taking a sip, he scrunched up his face and glanced up at the bartender. "Can I have a scotch?"

Roni glanced over her shoulder at the busy-body, gave him a nod and went about getting him another glass but this time with scotch whiskey in it. There wasn't much room near him where she could sit it though, so they hovered for an awkward moment as he decided he would take it into his empty hand while Roni took the full tumbler of the irish from his other hand.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Usually never drinking while on the job, she gave a shrug and decided that the irish whiskey would not go to waste. Especially with the price on that damn bottle she had poured it from.

Once down, she took to cleaning it. No use in having dirty dishes while she had nothing to do. By now, she was used to the bar having one or more people using her listening ear to their advantage. Usually spewing about how they weren't going where they wanted to go in life or how that special someone had cheated on them so they very much intended on doing the same back at them. Though; Roni often wondered if the relationship was over what was the use in stooping to the cheaters level? More often than not - that question was answered in a slur of words and no intent on taking the higher road by the other party.

"Rush."

The voice surprised her so much that she felt her body jump at the reverb of it. Tearing her mind away from her thoughts, she glanced in the direction of the dishelved man who had once been hovering over paper work. Now his chocolate eyes sought out hers in a plea for human interaction. And so, abandoning that glass she slid down to where he was purchase opposite of her, arms leaning on the bar. "Rush?"

"My name. Nicholas Rush."

"Nice to meet you Nicholas. I'm Roni."

"I gathered." He gestured towards the door, hinting at the sign out front. "Is it usually this..slow?"

She shook her head, giving him a generous grin in the process. "Not usually. Mondays, Fridays and weekends are the worst."

"Really? Mondays?" He asked, taking a generous sip of his scotch whiskey.

"You wouldn't guess it but when the work week begins, everyone needs to take that edge off. Less they kill someone in the heat of the moment."

"I will drink to that."

Roni nodded, watching he tilted his glass and took a more than large gulp of the amber liquid. His adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed it down. "That is very strong." His voice was hoarse as he tried to adjust to the burn. Maybe a large gulp like that should have been split into two small sips.

"It is. Top shelf."

"Not complaining."

"That's good because it looks like you need to relax for a second or two. Your shoulders are up to your ears."

"They are?" He adjusted his posture then, trying to seem more at ease to no avail. That was one thing he wasn't good at no matter how hard he tried. His only relaxed state would be back on Destiny with the galaxy shining out ahead of him and his ass planted right in his seat. Fuck he missed it. All of it. Every single second he spent on that damned thing. Any moment away seemed like torture of the worst kind. Like someone was pulling at each of his limbs waiting to hear a snap.

Roni couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt in relaxing. "There's a couch over there." She nodded to the one closest towards the bar. "Take it. I'll keep everyone away with a baseball bat. Try and sleep if you can. The sound should sooth you."

"Hushed voices in a bar. Should send me right to sleep." He chucked this time, shaking his head as he began to gather up his papers. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

She gave him a friendly smile as she watched him take his papers, his drink and shuffle towards the couch. Everything went onto the table as he leaned back against the comfortable leather. The man looked beaten by life, battered and broken down. She could only imagine the tales he could spill while drunk but what mattered right now was that he got some sleep. Any little bit of shut eye she assumed would further help him in whatever he called his passion. Whatever all of those weird symbols on his papers were for.