Post by Bootes Sampson on Feb 18, 2013 18:37:49 GMT -5
(Sort of a continuation/inspired by this thread uptonogoodrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=nightclub&action=display&thread=6189&page=1 )
He was getting bored with this job, and that was usually the kiss of death for whatever odd job he found himself working. Though, thinking about it, his stint here seemed to last longer than when he'd bar tended a year ago. Or that construction job he'd taken- he learned very early on that anything that happened in the day time was not for him.
SpellBound was closing, pushing the patrons out one by one. Bootes had stepped inside the door, just opposite of where he usually stood, in case anyone put up any kind of stink about leaving. It happened at least three times a week, if not more.
Yvonne was at the bar, cleaning up and chatting with the only person they weren't trying to make leave- Lexi. She was waiting for Bootes, like she did occasionally, when she came off a shift at the Rusty Nail and wasn't ready to go home. He'd join her in a minute, share a drink, and then who knew what the night held for them from there.
He was still thinking about the conversation he'd had with his sister earlier in the week- about finding something better and having some kind of direction in his life. Maybe he ought to really consider it?
When the place was empty, he closed and locked the door, sliding onto a stool next to Lexi. "Yvonne, you can head out. I'll lock up in a couple of minutes." In fact, he was likely to wait until she left before he moved to make himself a quick end-of-shift drink. Turning to the blonde bombshell beside him, he asked, "Good night tonight?"
He was getting bored with this job, and that was usually the kiss of death for whatever odd job he found himself working. Though, thinking about it, his stint here seemed to last longer than when he'd bar tended a year ago. Or that construction job he'd taken- he learned very early on that anything that happened in the day time was not for him.
SpellBound was closing, pushing the patrons out one by one. Bootes had stepped inside the door, just opposite of where he usually stood, in case anyone put up any kind of stink about leaving. It happened at least three times a week, if not more.
Yvonne was at the bar, cleaning up and chatting with the only person they weren't trying to make leave- Lexi. She was waiting for Bootes, like she did occasionally, when she came off a shift at the Rusty Nail and wasn't ready to go home. He'd join her in a minute, share a drink, and then who knew what the night held for them from there.
He was still thinking about the conversation he'd had with his sister earlier in the week- about finding something better and having some kind of direction in his life. Maybe he ought to really consider it?
When the place was empty, he closed and locked the door, sliding onto a stool next to Lexi. "Yvonne, you can head out. I'll lock up in a couple of minutes." In fact, he was likely to wait until she left before he moved to make himself a quick end-of-shift drink. Turning to the blonde bombshell beside him, he asked, "Good night tonight?"
