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Post by EZEKIEL ADAIR on Nov 6, 2011 17:23:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/vFTPT.png'); border: 1px solid #202020; padding: 10px; border-radius: 3px; , true] | | [style=font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #666666;]Another long day had passed and the young bartender was forced to open up his bar for business. He wiped down tables and counters, hoping for time to pass by quickly. Time was nothing but a curse these days. He looked at the clock that hung neatly on the wall as he awaited the arrival of his new employee. Now bartending all these drunks and alcoholics wouldn't be such a horrible task with a helping hand there. He barely even remembered what his new employee looked like. All he could remember was that she was female. The thought brought a smile to his lips. His mind was deep in the gutter once more. He had never worked with a woman before.
He figured it would be interesting, though he couldn't remember much about her. He hoped she wasn't some gloomy prude that he wouldn't be able to hit on. Knowing his luck, that's how it would be. Ezekiel stopped cleaning and decided to leave the rest to the new girl. His thin legs carried him behind the counter where he picked up a mug and filled it partially up with some alcohol. His thin body leaned up against the bartop, taking a large swig of his beverage. Of course it wasn't a good idea to drink before opening up, but there was nothing better to do, so he might as well enjoy the drink and pass some time until the new girl arrived.
His legs began to grow tired as he stood there, staring at the door through dull eyes. The bartender walked around the counter and sat upon a tall stool. Now his gaze was fixated on all the different types of beer he had, along with the collection of beer mugs he had that didn't differ one bit. He let out a sigh. This place could be really boring, and sometimes Ezekiel regretted working here.
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Post by Lyra Price on Nov 6, 2011 23:40:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy160/FireSparksCX/6e9b71fc.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px;][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px i0px 0px; border: 5px solid #e6e6e6;] [style=width:185px; color:white; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; line-height:92%; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; position: fixed: top: 120px;]I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more, so much more. I lay dying, and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal. I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=width:200px; color:#dc3b46; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 0px; font-size:36px; font-family:times new roman; font-style:italic; line-height:25%; letter-spacing:-4px;]Am I Too Lost?[/style] |
[style=line-height:3px; width:346px; border-bottom:10px solid #e6e6e6; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#4B0082; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px] ❀ my god, my tourniquet[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; border-bottom: 1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1] RETURN TO ME SALVATION. [/style][style=width: 336px;background-color: e6e6e6; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]If she was going to live in a room in an Inn, she'd have to get money somewhere right? Bartending was her best option. Any other place she would get herself fired for her attitude. Okay so maybe being a bartender didn't mean she could be an uber bitch all the time, but at least everyone didn't freak if she snapped every once and awhile. So she could deal with it. Her only concern would probably be her fellow employees. If even just one was set out to annoy her, Lyra just knew this wouldn't go over well. Especially since she couldn't just walk out and ditch the job, seeing as she needed the money. Lyra knew she wasn't great at containing herself, so she hoped for her sake things were tolerable here. Arriving at her destination, the auburn haired girl glanced at the exterior of the building, pausing in front of it. It was a little before opening time, if she remembered correctly. Glancing at her watch, Lyra could at least say she wasn't completely late. What a great impression that would have made. Grasping the handle on the door, she entered and took a brief look around. The place was deserted, at the moment. It was quiet, for one thing, and that really made the sound of the door closing behind her amplify. Lovely. Taking a few steps, Lyra then realized her earlier mistake. "This place is deserted...nix that guy." A man she assumed was another bartender was sitting at one of the stools. Or at least...she hoped he was another bartender. Otherwise she was stuck with a random guy at a bar she was supposed to start working at. And with zero knowledge of what she was expected to do for the moment, that was not an ideal scenario. "I can only hope for the best...I guess.""So. I'm going to hope you work here. Am I right?"[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style] |
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Post by EZEKIEL ADAIR on Nov 7, 2011 0:06:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/vFTPT.png'); border: 1px solid #202020; padding: 10px; border-radius: 3px; , true] | | [style=font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #666666;]Time passed and still no one came in through the large doors of the bar. He was beginning to think that she wasn't going to show. This was just great. His attitude was already beginning to sour. Being alone in this bar would be the death of him if it kept up the way it did. The sound of the door opening and closing snapped the bartender from his negative thoughts. He turned in his seat, alcoholic beverage at hand. Her words brought a smile to his lips as he gazed upon her. The mug was pressed to his lips as he let the last of the bitter liquid slip down his throat. With a sigh of content he gently set it down on the bar top, the light clink ringing in his ears.
"You must be the new girl." He ignored her question by stating the obvious. No woman ever stepped foot in here, though Elissa was the only exception so far. He took the empty mug and set it in the tub for the dishes that were to be cleaned later. He pulled out a white rag and wiped the spot where his drink had been sitting moments before. His hand left it in that very spot. "We don't have long until the guys come in, so it'd be nice if you could hurry up and wipe down the rest of the tables." He said with a slight smile. The young man wasn't sure how she'd react to him, so he'd have to be on his toes if he wanted to get on her good side. It was hard to mold yourself into the perfect counterpart if you knew nothing about the other being.
His hands took the one mug he had been drinking from earlier, and quickly rinsed it with water and scrubbed it clean before setting it down to dry. "I'm Ezekiel, by the way." He started. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He stated, although she had yet to introduce herself to him. Dull eyes gazed back up at the auburn-haired girl, another small smile inching its way onto his lips. He had a feeling tonight was going to be interesting, or maybe his mind was just lost in the gutter again.
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Post by Lyra Price on Nov 7, 2011 0:49:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy160/FireSparksCX/6e9b71fc.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px;][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px i0px 0px; border: 5px solid #e6e6e6;] [style=width:185px; color:white; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; line-height:92%; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; position: fixed: top: 120px;]I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more, so much more. I lay dying, and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal. I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=width:200px; color:#dc3b46; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 0px; font-size:36px; font-family:times new roman; font-style:italic; line-height:25%; letter-spacing:-4px;]Am I Too Lost?[/style] |
[style=line-height:3px; width:346px; border-bottom:10px solid #e6e6e6; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#4B0082; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px] ❀ my god, my tourniquet[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; border-bottom: 1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1] RETURN TO ME SALVATION. [/style][style=width: 336px;background-color: e6e6e6; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Lyra raised her eyebrows a bit at the guy's comment. Not really because she was confused or anything like that but...eh, maybe it was just her. That seemed to be the best explanation for most of the things she did. By his referral to her as "the new girl", she could infer he worked here too. Good, she didn't have to stand there dumbly on her first day the minute she walked in. Plus, he didn't seem irritating yet, so things were at least starting out smoothly. Absentmindedly glancing at the empty mug, Lyra wanted to question if it was smart to drink on the job. But people hadn't come yet, and he was finished anyways, so it didn't matter if she said anything or not. Besides, wasn't her problem of he got drunk while working. Lyra simply watched silently as he wiped up the spot his mug previously rested at. He couldn't be too bad if he didn't just leave rings of water on the counter. Although that could just be the instinct of a bartender or whatever. Keep counters clean, make sure everything's in order, yadda yadda yadda. But speaking of duty and working...Lyra wondered exactly what her first task would be. Had he done everything before she came or leave things for her to do? Looking around for work that may or may not have been left, it seemed that wasn't necessary since she was informed shortly. "We don't have long until the guys come in, so it'd be nice if you could hurry up and wipe down the rest of the tables."Cleaning tables? Didn't seem too hard...The thing that stuck out to her was the guys the other bartender mentioned. Before she actually met them, Lyra couldn't judge. But if they turned out to be downright assholes, things would fall steadily downhill. Again, for the sake of her job, it was really in her best interest that things here were tolerable. Nonetheless, however, she had her first assignment. If only...she knew what she was using for said assignment. As her companion went to go clean his previously used mug, Lyra walked up to the counter and leaned against it on her elbows, arms crossed in front of her. "Alright. But...what am I using? Hate to sound clueless but I have no idea where anything is here, obviously," she said. Sure she could go on a hunt behind the counter and all, but that would waste time. And apparently, according to his earlier statement, she didn't have a whole lot of that. As he introduced himself, Lyra realized quite late that giving her own name had never occurred to her. Work work work had been flooding her mind, to some degree, and she'd completely forgotten such basic etiquette. It would be plain awkward if she went through her day without saying her name to her own co-worker. "At least he remembered..." Ezekiel...not a bad name. And now he didn't have to remain anonymous in her mind anymore. That was nice, she supposed. "I'm Lyra. Nice to meet you too, Ezekiel." There really wasn't a need to say anything more, right? It was time to get to work. [/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style] |
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Post by EZEKIEL ADAIR on Nov 7, 2011 1:20:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/vFTPT.png'); border: 1px solid #202020; padding: 10px; border-radius: 3px; , true] | | [style=font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #666666;]The young girl didn't move. She just stood there motionless, staring at him as if he had two large horns atop his cranium. It was almost like she didn't understand him when he said she had to wipe down tables. Her thin frame made its way towards the counter, soon leaning up against it. The young man tried his hardest not to stare, but that did him no good whatsoever. Her question came as quite the shock to him, but he decided to shrug it off and let out a soft chuckle. He crouched down, fiddling with some things under the bar. He pulled out another white rag and a spray bottle of a soapy concoction he had come up with on his own. The black-haired bartender held out both objects to the young woman, a light smile on his face. "Here you go. Have fun." He cooed with another light chuckle.
Lyra was quite the interesting name. He hadn't met a girl with that name before. It definitely peeked his interest. He then began to wonder where this girl had come from. His dull eyes had never landed upon her before, then again he rarely went anywhere except for the bar. It was quite depressing, actually. He decided to ignore the urge to question her. They were nothing but co-workers. No reason to get friendly yet. There was no way this young man could give up getting to know such a beautiful young woman, but it was evident she wasn't one to open up to people so soon. He'd let it slide for now. He turned his back to the new employee to organize the glasses that had dried by putting them back into their appropriate places. It was quiet. The silence was so thick that it was a weight upon his broad shoulders.
His eyes traveled to the clock. It seemed like time was passing in slow motion. It was quite agonizing. Once he finished putting dishes away, he went back to the counter, leaning against it as he let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night, and he wasn't looking forward to it one bit. Dealing with these people on a daily basis was beginning to grow old. Maybe he could share a few jokes with Lyra to lighten the mood. She didn't really appear to be the joking type, though. A soft sigh escaped parted lips as he began to dread the growing night more and more with each passing second.
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Post by Lyra Price on Nov 7, 2011 2:54:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy160/FireSparksCX/6e9b71fc.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px;][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px i0px 0px; border: 5px solid #e6e6e6;] [style=width:185px; color:white; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; line-height:92%; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; position: fixed: top: 120px;]I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more, so much more. I lay dying, and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal. I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=width:200px; color:#dc3b46; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 0px; font-size:36px; font-family:times new roman; font-style:italic; line-height:25%; letter-spacing:-4px;]Am I Too Lost?[/style] |
[style=line-height:3px; width:346px; border-bottom:10px solid #e6e6e6; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#4B0082; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px] ❀ my god, my tourniquet[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; border-bottom: 1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1] RETURN TO ME SALVATION. [/style][style=width: 336px;background-color: e6e6e6; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]At her request, Ezekiel seemed to have no problem getting her a rag and some kind of cleaner. Lyra simply nodded and gave a polite, "Thanks," before setting off to work. Grabbing the rag and bottle, she headed towards the nearest table. Squirting the bottle three or four times before using the rag to wash the table top, it would have been better if she actually knew how much time she had. That way she could at least gauge how fast she should work. But something trivial like that...well as long as she got things done as fast and accurate as possible, she'd be fine. Any leftover time wasn't anything bad, if it turned out she had any. The process of cleaning tables was seriously boring. Squirt, clean, repeat. Next table. Squirt, clean, repeat. Next table. Squirt, clean, repeat. And so on. Following such a pattern got redundant, and more often then not Lyra was fruit to count down how many tables were left. Unfortunately she hadn't started all the way to the right or left of the bar, so she couldn't count tables as accurately as she could have. Some of them probably got washed twice too but hey, it wasn't hurting them. As she eventually got around to more and more tables, Lyra couldn't help bit become curious. The bottle didn't have some sort of label on it or anything...so what was it? Obviously some kind of...soapy stuff, but she was just curious whether it smelt like anything, like oranges or lemons. Like some of those brands of cleaning supplies. Glancing at the dark haired bartender, his back was turned. So it wasn't like anyone would see her smelling cleaning stuff. Unscrewing the cap-sprayer-whatever it was called, Lyra placed it on the table along with the rag. Making sure her back was facing the direction of her co-worker, in case he happened to turn around, Lyra brought the bottle her nose and sniffed it. Bringing it away and staring for a moment, it really didn't smell like any kind of fruit. Just...generally soapy. It would have been pretty cool if was orange scented or something, but it wasn't her place to be picky about something as simple and insignificant as cleaning supplies. Placing the bottle down, Lyra reached for the cap and stole a glance back at Ezekiel. It wasn't a big deal but...it would her seem pretty damn weird if he found out she was smelling the cleaning spray bottle. Idly moving to screw the cap back on, still making sure the other guy didn't turn around, her hand hit the rim of the bottle. Attention snapping back to what she was doing, Lyra hastily dropped the cap and tried to stop the bottle. But unfortunately, she was too late. The bottle fell over, and its contents spilled out over the table, and dripped onto a chair and then the floor. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. Reaching for the rag to try and clean it all in vain hopes of it not being noticed, she just had to make the same mistake twice. In her rush, her hand knocked the cap off the table. It fellow to the floor with a plunk followed by higher pitched noises that plastic generally made as it hit the floor. To Lyra, it seemed as loud as echoes. Quickly crouching to the floor and slamming her hand down on it to stop it from bouncing farther and thus making more noise, she turned away and focused on wiping up what dripped to the floor. "Dammit...this sucks." It was impossible that the other guy hadn't noticed, but Lyra still foolishly hoped he really hadn't. [/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style] |
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Post by EZEKIEL ADAIR on Nov 7, 2011 9:55:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/vFTPT.png'); border: 1px solid #202020; padding: 10px; border-radius: 3px; , true] | | [style=font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #666666;]There was nothing more for the young man to do. It was like he had done it all. Another glance in the clock's direction told him the correct time. Any minute now and people would be pouring in. Business would be booming like it normally was. There was silence behind him, then again cleaning tables didn't require a lot of noise. He let out a stiff sigh, hating every agonizing moment that barely passed by. This place was becoming a curse. A dainty hand combed hair away from his feminine face, letting out another sigh as he stared off into deep space.
Deep thoughts were ruined by the sound of the bottle spray bottle smacking against the floor, and the faint cussing of Lyra. He turned his head to watch her hurriedly pick up the bottle and put it back, only to tap it over once more. Ezekiel let out an exasperated sigh, resting his hand against his forehead. "No worries. Just a minor setback." He assured, mostly to himself of course. The young man hurried over there with a mop for the floor and some dry rags for the table and chairs. He handed the mop off to her, in hopes that she wouldn't screw this one up as he began to dry off the tables. The soapy smell was thick against his nose with every breath he took. He could never remember what he originally put in there. The potion's recipe changed every time.
Cleaning up the soapy contents didn't work to well. It just spread all over the table and dripped over the sides and onto the floor. He glanced over at Lyra and gave her an apologetic look. He didn't mean to make her job any more difficult than it had to be. It's not like mopping was a huge chore anyway. He took the sopping wet rags over to the bar, wringing them out in the small sink before hanging them over the edge to dry. The door soon opened, letting in a lone man. The bartender recognized him, but couldn't put a name to that burly face. The man didn't even have to ask Ezekiel for the beer, he was already on top of it. The alcoholic beverage was handed over to the man who was seated happily upon on a stool.
His gaze was averted to the new girl, a smile stretching across his lips. He thought about making her take command and serve the booze. It wouldn't be too difficult. It would just be funny to watch her deal with all the drunks. Sure, he'd be there at first to help her man the station, but he would soon leave her on her own while he went and shared a few stories with the guys or something.
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Post by Lyra Price on Nov 7, 2011 17:57:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=height,185,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy160/FireSparksCX/6e9b71fc.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px;][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 70px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px i0px 0px; border: 5px solid #e6e6e6;] [style=width:185px; color:white; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; line-height:92%; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; position: fixed: top: 120px;]I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more, so much more. I lay dying, and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal. I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=width:200px; color:#dc3b46; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 0px; font-size:36px; font-family:times new roman; font-style:italic; line-height:25%; letter-spacing:-4px;]Am I Too Lost?[/style] |
[style=line-height:3px; width:346px; border-bottom:10px solid #e6e6e6; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#4B0082; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px] ❀ my god, my tourniquet[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; border-bottom: 1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1] RETURN TO ME SALVATION. [/style][style=width: 336px;background-color: e6e6e6; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Unfortunately, but not unexpectedly, Ezekiel took notice of her slip up. Hopefully he didn't need to find out the reason she'd screwed up so badly was that she was smelling the soap, because that just made her look even dumber. The fact that things had gone so wrong just plain irritated her. But what made things worse was that it was her own fault and not someone else's. She couldn't just go scream the hell out of someone and vent, otherwise that would be yelling at herself. Lyra didn't even want to think about just how much dumber it would make her seem considering how foolish her actions prior had been! Almost furiously wiping the floor of the soapy stuff, not even caring that at this point no cleaning was getting done and she was basically spreading the soap mix even more, Lyra ranted to herself. "I wouldn't have gotten into any of this if I'd just concentrated on my job. Why did I even think of wanting to [/I] smell the freaking soap?! It was soap! Who cares if it smelled like fruits as long as it wasn't downright repulsive?! Apparently me!" Teeth gritted and eyes narrowed, Lyra, at this point, was doing nothing but fury-scrubbing and mental ranting. Only the sound of Ezekiel coming over to help actually made her stop. Glancing at how much worse she'd made the floor, Lyra felt her jaw loosen, but the urge to just pull her hair out heighten. She'd made things all the more difficult for herself and it just pissed her off. Ezekiel attempted helping too, but the stuff was just spread around. As much as she wanted to snap and tell him to just go away, and that she could handle herself, the glaring fact that she'd done worse with the floor made her hold her tongue. Waiting until he walked away to clean the rags to grab the mop, Lyra let out a deep breath. Time to get on the process of calming down. More focused on fixing the floor, she could at least say she was making progress this time. At this point her temper was teetering. If she was left alone for just a few more minutes, she could compose herself. As she now diligently worked to mop and clean the mess, the door opened. Oh great, they were open and customers would he coming in soon. She really needed to get these tables done. Seeing as Ezekiel took care of the first guy, all she had to do was finish the rest of the tables and probably move on to something else. Bartending most likely, since that was what she was here for. Fortunately, it only took five...maybe ten minutes to finish up. Okay...so she didn't exactly have anymore cleaning stuff to finish the tables but if she was called out on that then so be it. She doubted drunk customers gave a damn about unwashed tables, especially since it wasn't like there was dirt all over them or something. Bringing the mop and bucket back to the bar, and place them...in some corner away from everything else, Lyra figured it was good enough. Walking back to where Ezekiel was, it was time to find out what she was doing next. "Cleaning and washing and...all that is basically done. What's next?" She assumed it was actually serving customers and all that was next, since she couldn't really think of much else there was to do, but she could be wrong. It's not like she was an expert on the 411 of bars. "And...sorry for spilling all the stuff in the bottle..." she added, looking to the side pretty embarrassed, one arm across her stomach and gripping her other elbow. [/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style][/center] |
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Post by EZEKIEL ADAIR on Nov 7, 2011 20:17:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/vFTPT.png'); border: 1px solid #202020; padding: 10px; border-radius: 3px; , true] | | [style=font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #666666;]He watched as she diligently cleaned. It brought a smile to his lips. It would appear as if he hired a good employee. She didn't say one thing to him when he messed up the soapy concoction even more, though her face had been contorted into a face of distaste. Even if she had snapped at him, he would take it like a man and get over it. He wasn't one to fret over other people, unless they were of major importance, of course. More people strolled into the bar. It was only their usual hangout spot. The bartender never understood why. There was nothing really exciting about the bar, except for the large amounts of booze. That must have been the only reason they were here.
After serving a few more glasses of beer he watched Lyra stroll on over to the counter. Her voice chimed in his ear as she stood there, asking him what else there was for her to do. As if that wouldn't be an obvious answer. "I think you're ready to start bartending." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Do you think you'll need me here for that?" Part of him wished she'd say no, while the other part was dying for the company of someone other than drunks. A second later he heard her apology. The look of embarrassment clouded her face, and he gave a hearty chuckle. He waved his hand at her. "It's no big deal. Mistakes happen." His tone was assuring. "It's not like you set the place on fire." He chuckled at his joke a bit before knocking on the wooden counter, hoping he hadn't just jinxed himself.
The bar was quickly filled with people. Their hot breath warming up the place. Whenever the door opened the fresh air was quite refreshing, giving the bar a nice chill. Ezekiel loved the cold, especially when his skin was seering. His long sleeve shirt was constricting his skin, causing him to feel even hotter in the small building. His hands hurried gathered mugs, quickly filling them up with the demanded beer before sliding them down the bar top to the appropriate customer. His hand went to his face, rubbing off any beads of sweat that were beginning to form on that pale skin of his. "Looks like you're getting toasty." A guy remarked towards the bartender. "You should join us for a drink." The young man let out a chuckle, but gently shook his head.
"I can't guys, I'm on the job." He stated with a large smile. "Plus, I have to help the new girl." The guys let out a groan. They were always asking him to sit down and drink with them, but there was never any time for that. This was a working environment. Although Ezekiel snagged a few drinks before and after the work day. It helped him get ready for the day and then unwind after tending to everyone else's needs.
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Post by Lyra Price on Nov 8, 2011 15:05:41 GMT -5
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am I too lost to be saved? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=width:200px; color:#dc3b46; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 0px; font-size:36px; font-family:times new roman; font-style:italic; line-height:25%; letter-spacing:-4px;]Am I Too Lost?[/style] |
[style=line-height:3px; width:346px; border-bottom:10px solid #e6e6e6; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#4B0082; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px] ❀ my god, my tourniquet[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; border-bottom: 1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1] RETURN TO ME SALVATION. [/style][style=width: 336px;background-color: e6e6e6; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Ah, so now she began bartending. Lyra had a little experience, and could balance the drinks on a tray if it was needed. Not like an expert maybe, but good enough. On the subject of her needing him there to work, Lyra would have usually said it wasn't necessary. She wasn't completely incompetent at her job, and didn't need him for every little step. However, she'd managed to make such a simple task as cleaning tables into a small production. Even if it's just for a short while, some supervision wouldn't hurt...otherwise Lyra wasn't sure just what results might come of it. Most of them ended in unsatisfactory ways, when she imagined them. "You've gotta be a fool to wear a fancy shirt to a bar. It's where people go to get drunk. If you know this, your clothes aren't guaranteed to be in the same condition as when you entered when you leave." Even so, just leave it to her to spill something on a customer. This in mind, initial supervision didn't seem like a bad idea. "Yeah...if you could just, I don't know, make sure I don't mess up in the first ten minutes or so it should be fine..." A nod accompanying her speech, Lyra was already mentally preparing herself for the type of people she'd be serving. Before she got very far, though, barely past "If I were to meet a complete ass..." Ezekiel acknowledged her apology. The way he talked, it seemed it wasn't a huge deal. It was nice to know her co-worker was seemingly as easy-going as she was most of the time. The way things were playing out, she could fare with her fellow employee rather well, which was a good thing. At the mention of the bar being set on fire, Lyra couldn't help cracking a small smile. Giving the wooden counter a small knock with her knuckles as well, she said, "Yeah. Let's hope I don't do that." And then the customers started coming. The place, in which she'd described earlier as deserted, filled up fast. Swarming with people now, Lyra watched as Ezekiel swung into action, filling up mugs left and right and serving them. "There's no time for me to be lagging behind." Walking over to where Ezekiel was, Lyra was able to catch a bit of his conversation. So seemed like he was personable with some of these people. She waited until he was finished before speaking. "Seems like you're pretty friendly with a lot of these customers." It was more just an observation, but he could it as he wished. "And seeing as we'll be working together, you don't have to keep referring to me as 'the new girl'. You can call me 'Lyra'..." A small shrug before adding, "Just so ya know." She could understand not using her name in this particular context, but she figured she might as well just throw it out there. Now...she really should actually start working. Time to get down and focus... Glancing around the grocer establishment, Lyra tried to predict which tables she'd have to serve and plot a route. And some other boring technical stuff. "So, seeing as I really should start doing something around here, which tables am I serving?"[/style][style=width:346px; border-top:1px dotted #007f24; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#d9d6d6; letter-spacing: 1]CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style] |
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Post by EZEKIEL ADAIR on Nov 10, 2011 18:55:24 GMT -5
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He listened to her response as the words slowly poured past her lips. He nodded his head. The bartender was pretty sure she would be okay. All she had to do was put alcohol into a glass and give it to the right person. It was a repetitive process that often got old, boring and obnoxious. Ezekiel couldn't really complain, though. It brought in some sort of income, and he greatly appreciated it, even if he had to put up with drunken jerks half the time. "I think you should be fine." He said with a slight smile. "I'll be close by, so if you need me, give me a holler." He scooted down the bar a bit, putting some distance between the two, dealing with some more customers. Instead of actually bartending he just listened to the stories the older men had to tell.
Her words made him smile until she pointed out how he could call her Lyra. Ezekiel looked at her, his gaze full of confusion. "Well, if I would have said your name no one would have understood who you were." He corrected with a nod of his head. "Plus, I think you're old enough to introduce yourself." He picked on her, tossing a wink in her direction. Sure, his comment was a little uncalled for, but it was a joke. If she was going to work here she'd have to put up with his childish behavior every now and then. His gaze went back to the group of older men, talking about their fishing experiences and complaining about their wives and kids. The young man was pretty sure it was these men who made him afraid of commitment. Their gruesome stories of marriage had scared him deeply.
The young man was enjoying the stories he was hearing until Lyra's words brought him back to reality. He looked over at her, once again confused with the words she had spoken. He had never really thought about who would be assigned which tables. "That's a good question." His gaze went to look throughout the bar, finding that all eight tables were full. Ezekiel looked back at Lyra, putting on a simple smile. "You can get the four on the left." He explained, extending his index finger and pointing towards the left side of the bar. Usually whenever someone sat out there they would wander up to the bar to ask for a drink, since that's where he was stationed and had to stay.
He figured it wasn't going to be too difficult for her, especially since he usually did most of the work himself. Demands for alcohol came his way. His gaze went back to Lyra. "Do you want to bartend first and I'll wait tables, or vice versa? Ezekiel hoped that she would stand here and tend to the needs of the men he had learned to dislike. It was sort of a love-hate relationship that he had with these people. He probably wouldn't mind it as much if women actually came in here. Maybe that's why Elissa had struck him as so interesting because she was the first female to step foot in the establishment.
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