Post by Sebastian Lafayette on Mar 25, 2011 21:43:33 GMT -8
August 19, 2011
11:30pm
It was an unusually quiet night for a Friday and that in itself was enough to almost drive Bast insane. For some reason or another most of his frequent clientele were missing in action and it made the man wonder if there had been something important going on today that he had missed. Sure there was a few of his more seedier regulars taking up residence in their usual places but it was by no means the comforting 'keep you on your toes' pace that was common on the weekends. Letting out a soft sigh, he grabbed the rag he had currently slung over his shoulder and went about polishing the dark cherry counter top, falling into a comforting routine as he waited for his shipment to arrive.
The bartender figured he'd only been polishing for about 10 minutes or so when he heard the tell tale 'thunk' of boots on the hardwood floor that heralded the arrival of a new (or old for that matter) customer. He glanced up causally as the footsteps came closer unable to keep a grin from forming when a very familiar and battered clipboard was shoved under his nose. "Bloody well took you long enough Thomas. What were you waiting for, all my stock to run dry?" the bartender quipped as he took the clipboard and scribbled something that could vaguely be recognized as a signature on the line indicated. "It's all there then?" The boy, Thomas nodded grimly before taking back the clipboard and motioning for Bast to follow him out.
Once outside Bast nodded approvingly at the 6 crates of whiskey (and 1 crate of something extra special that was coincidentally left off the books for the right price) that had been placed just out side the door. Nodding in approval the Bast reached down to grab 2 of the crates and began the task of hauling them down to the storage room. It didn't take long before he was back topside preparing to bring the rest down when he caught a glimpse of a small form that seemed to be debating whether or not it wanted to come in or not. "If you're looking for someplace to wet you palette head on down and I'll be with you in a moment," he quipped before adding, "Or if you want faster service you could grab that last crate here and follow me in, I'll give you your first one on the house if you do." The bartender reached down and managed to lift 3 of the crates this go around, thinking if whoever the mysterious stranger was, might be more willing to lend a hand if the task seemed less daunting. He didn't wait to see if whoever it was would take him up on the offer, rather he made his way back inside figuring the sooner he got everything put away the sooner he could go back to doing nothing.
(Soooo I got dared by Sarah => ~Bast, Maeve, whiskey, and the revealing of a secret. This should be interesting .... )
11:30pm
It was an unusually quiet night for a Friday and that in itself was enough to almost drive Bast insane. For some reason or another most of his frequent clientele were missing in action and it made the man wonder if there had been something important going on today that he had missed. Sure there was a few of his more seedier regulars taking up residence in their usual places but it was by no means the comforting 'keep you on your toes' pace that was common on the weekends. Letting out a soft sigh, he grabbed the rag he had currently slung over his shoulder and went about polishing the dark cherry counter top, falling into a comforting routine as he waited for his shipment to arrive.
The bartender figured he'd only been polishing for about 10 minutes or so when he heard the tell tale 'thunk' of boots on the hardwood floor that heralded the arrival of a new (or old for that matter) customer. He glanced up causally as the footsteps came closer unable to keep a grin from forming when a very familiar and battered clipboard was shoved under his nose. "Bloody well took you long enough Thomas. What were you waiting for, all my stock to run dry?" the bartender quipped as he took the clipboard and scribbled something that could vaguely be recognized as a signature on the line indicated. "It's all there then?" The boy, Thomas nodded grimly before taking back the clipboard and motioning for Bast to follow him out.
Once outside Bast nodded approvingly at the 6 crates of whiskey (and 1 crate of something extra special that was coincidentally left off the books for the right price) that had been placed just out side the door. Nodding in approval the Bast reached down to grab 2 of the crates and began the task of hauling them down to the storage room. It didn't take long before he was back topside preparing to bring the rest down when he caught a glimpse of a small form that seemed to be debating whether or not it wanted to come in or not. "If you're looking for someplace to wet you palette head on down and I'll be with you in a moment," he quipped before adding, "Or if you want faster service you could grab that last crate here and follow me in, I'll give you your first one on the house if you do." The bartender reached down and managed to lift 3 of the crates this go around, thinking if whoever the mysterious stranger was, might be more willing to lend a hand if the task seemed less daunting. He didn't wait to see if whoever it was would take him up on the offer, rather he made his way back inside figuring the sooner he got everything put away the sooner he could go back to doing nothing.
(Soooo I got dared by Sarah => ~Bast, Maeve, whiskey, and the revealing of a secret. This should be interesting .... )