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re_alignment_logs2013-05-18 11:12 pm
dinnerdate) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-05-18 11:12 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?
He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.
How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.
Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?
He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.
How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.
Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.
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And he doesn't mind. Not as long as the other is happy.
Taking the cube that's handed to him, Rung smiles.
"Alright, sounds good. What does the simple way entail?"
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Except Blurr- wait.
"Not that I'm saying you couldn't handle anything else-" Backpeddle! First he's freaking Rung out with his diet and now he accidentally insulted him! He can't do anything right.
"It's just... It's good for beginners." Please don't hate him.
"We," he's an idiot how could he have said that!
"We start by pouring the smallest ingrident into that cube," he points to the cube in Rung's hands. "And then we work up to the biggest and stir... Then you pour it into a nice cube and ta-da..."