Remington walked into the place and looked around.  It seemed to have the average amount of customers for a bar, which was good.  Less chance of him being noticed.  Well, that was the hope.  The truth was, he had no idea if he would be noticed in this place, but he was going to do everything he could to keep that from happening.  The truth was, he had come here to do a little recon.  After all, he had to know what the town was like, so what better way to do that than to come to the local bar?  It was a good way to investigate people.  And maybe get a few drinks, of course.  Of course, if Sandra was with him, it'd be more fun, but that was besides the point.  She wasn't here at the moment, which meant that he was on his own, and he would just have to make his own fun.

He then gave himself a mental shake and took a seat, grabbing a menu that was laying in front of him and perused it.  What did he feel like having?  Yes, he wanted a drink, but he always liked to see what a place had before making a decision.  Okay, a little anal, but he didn't care.  It was how he operated and people would just have to deal with it.  His eyes went down the list and frowned in concentration.  What was he in the mood for?  Hmmm, he thought to himself.  Okay, yes, he knew that taking this long to order a damn drink was generally frowned upon, but to be honest, he just didn't care.  If anyone didn't like it, they could shove it.  He could make 'em do it too.  Hopefully, he wouldn't have to prove that...  

David walked into the bar, in a really bad mood. Well bad mood might be an understatement. He'd had quite a day, which had started out by running into his baby brother's crazy wife. He hadn't planned on things going the way they had, but Jamie still knew all the right buttons to push to get him riled up. So now he was just waiting for his baby brother with a hero complex to come busting through the doors and start a fight. He was ready for him this time though.

His day continued on to dealing with some of his idiot patrolmen that didn't know how to follow orders, which had gotten him called into his superior's office for a nice conversation. He in turn called in his patrolmen and suspended them for two days, so now he was two cops short and had spent the rest of the day scrambling to find coverage.

He walked over to the bar and sat down, "Scotch on the rocks please...heavy on the scotch and light on the rocks. Got a feeling I'm going to need it tonight." He would too whether it was dealing with his brother, or when he went home to his wife. Hopefully she'd know better than to get on his case about too much or he'd have to deal with her nagging too.

The bartender eyed him before asking, "Bad day Sarg?"

"Yeah...you could say that." He said before looking around at the other patrons of the bar. He knew most of them, except for the man sitting next to him perusing the menu. What kind of man comes in the bar to look at the menu? Dave chuckled for a minute before turning to the man sitting next to him, "You new around here?"

He was still looking at the drink list when he heard someone coming up, ordering a Scotch on the rocks, telling them to go easy on the rocks as he had a feeling that he'd need it, his eyes quirking as the bartender asked him if he had been having a bad day, getting an affirmative answer.
"Girl?" he surmised. What else could drink a man to drinking? Well, a guy, he supposed, but in his experience, it was usually a girl, though there had been times when Brock had gotten on his nerves. And boy, could he drive a guy to drink. That wasn't to say that he wasn't still loyal. Hell, if the guy was to walk through the door with a job offer, he'd jump at the chance. And yes, he was quite aware of how Sandra would react. But just because Brock was prone to paranoia, that didn't mean he wasn't a good guy.

He then became aware that the newcomer had turned his attention to him, asking if he was new in town.
"Yeah. Just got settled in a few days ago," he responded. "Remy," he introduced himself. Hopefully, his seatmate wasn't one to make X-Men jokes. Yes, he could readily admit that he hadn't thought things through when he had chosen the name he had. Then the bartender's way of addressing him registered. "Military or cop?" he wondered. If the guy was military, he'd give him the respect he deserved, and if he was a cop, well....that could go one of two ways and they would just have to wait and see which way it went.

David snorted when he heard the guy next to him suggest that it was a girl that had driven him to drink. "I guess you could say that." He had never forgiven Jamie for choosing his brother over him, and doubted that he ever would. If his nosey kid brother had just stayed out of things Jamie would have never left him in the first place. When he'd run into her today and saw how good she looked and how happy she had seemed, when he heard that she was pregnant again it had pushed him over the edge. What did the two of them think they were doing? He had simply been trying to reason with her when she got all defensive and he had to point out how wrong she was, things may have gotten a bit out of hand.

David looked at the guy and nodded when he confirmed that he was new in town and had just gotten settled in. When the man introduced himself as Remy he quirked a smile the name having reminded him of all the X-men shows his kids used to watch. David extended his hand, "I'm David... nice to meet you." He chuckled a bit when the man asked him if he was military or a cop. "Yeah...definitely not military. I'm a cop, but only when I'm on duty. I followed in the old man's footsteps because it was expected... not necessarily because I wanted to." He eyed the guy next to him, "What brings you to Tierney? Not much going on in this little podunk place. In fact I'm starting to regret coming here, but you know a big promotion and money helped make that choice for me. It wouldn't be half bad if my brother and his perfect little family didn't live here. Wish I'd known that before I took the job."

Remington quirked a brow at the man's non-committal answer. If it was a girl, he wasn't saying. No, he seemed to want to keep it to himself. Not that he could blame him, really. Who wanted to admit that they had been played? But hey, at least Sandra wasn't that way. No, she loved him with all her heart, God knew why. He wasn't exactly the catch of the year. But for some reason, she loved him. He had no idea why, but he wasn't going to be stupid and question it. No, he was just going to work with it.

He then nodded as the man introduced himself as David, saying that it was nice to meet him, and that he wasn't military, but a cop when he was on duty, saying that he had become a cop like his father because it had been expected, not because he wanted to.
"If you weren't a cop, what would you do?" he wondered, genuine curiosity tinging his voice. Okay, maybe he was being nosy, but he didn't really care. Was that bad? Probably not. He was just a cop, not a medic or a military guy, so if he was rude, who cared?

He listened as the man asked him what had brought him to Tierney, calling it a podunk town and stating that he wouldn't have come if he had known that his brother and wife were there, saying that he probably should've checked before taking the job, adding that a promotion and money had made his choice for him.
"Hey, just because they're blood doesn't mean they're family," he pointed out. "My old man was a hell of a bastard," he said. "And I came here to be with my girl. She works at an art gallery," he added. And it was the perfect cover if they wanted to fence something. That being said, Sandra was one hell of a grifter.