Bar Log ((OPEN))

[borntobewildcat]

WHO: Tom Bronson + OPEN
WHERE: the bar
WHEN: all week
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Tom now owns the bar, and everyone gets their first drink free for the first week.
FORMAT: quick



[It was Tom's first couple weeks running the bar, and, surprisingly, it had gone pretty well so far. The transition itself was a bit of a challenge, but once he'd become accustomed to it, it really wasn't so bad at all. In fact, he found himself even enjoying the work, even if it meant extra hours for the time being, since the promotion and port-outs lately meant that they were running a bit understaffed.

That wasn't why he was pulling other duties besides just managing the place, though. Working behind the bard was one of the best jobs he had, and he really enjoyed it. He got to talk to people at the bar (and occasionally have a drink or two himself). It was the social aspect that he liked, which was why, to maybe draw in a few new regular customers, he was offering free drinks for the week.]

Comments

[hellionated]

[ Oh.

Oh. ]

I might...be okay with that.

[wind_dancer]

We should... talk about something else...and come back to this when we're ready to talk about it properly.

[hellionated]

[ He seems to hesitate a minute before nodding. ]

Yeah. Okay, that's...a good plan.

What do you, uh, wanna talk about? [ Since he's having trouble focusing on anything else. ]

[wind_dancer]

About....old times?

[hellionated]

[ Raising an eyebrow. This can be either a good or a bad thing. ]

Yeah, sure. Like what?

[wind_dancer]

The good bits, like the first flying class

[hellionated]

Ha, that was the happiest fail grade I ever got. [ Which reminds him... ] Hey, did you see Northstar showed up? And he's from pretty much that exact time.

[wind_dancer]

I did, that was the most embarrassing video chat, until [she smirks faintly] I told him I was keeping you on your toes.

[hellionated]

Oh God. [ He groans, but it dissolves into a laugh. And then he leans closer. ] And just how do you plan to do that?

[wind_dancer]

By slapping you to keep you in your place [but she is laughing too]

[hellionated]

Oh yeah, my old enemy. How'd I forget that. [ Leaning closer, smirking. ] You're lucky I don't take offense.

[wind_dancer]

[she rests her hand on her chin, inches away from her face] I think yo like it too much to take offense.

[hellionated]

[ Eyes running over her face, lips curving into a smirk. ] Only cause you're so cute when you're angry.

[wind_dancer]

[she laughs] am I not cute the rest of the time?

[hellionated]

[ Do you even have to ask? ]

No, you're cute all the time. [ And then a smile. ] And you know it.

[wind_dancer]

Only around you