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<Snipped quote by Traitor>
Looks like Jesse and Fay will be chatting it up with good ol' Avery. This won't be a problem…
Will it? lol
I hope not..
Avery wrote the special on the chalkboard after she went through her rounds, and as she did, she considered Ryan's questions. He had left before she could answer him, but she was glad for that. She didn't really have a relationship, but she wondered what would happen if she did. She knew how she would treat her boyfriend if she had one, and so she used her own advice to help Ryan. She didn't see him at the bar though.
Strange, Avery thought. That was until she daw Ryan. He stood at the girls bathroom door, trying to communicate with someone on the inside. She sighed, and went into the back to prepare a hot herbal tea. Before she could though, she saw a blonde drawing all the attention, and smiled lightly. It was Fayth, and though Avery didn't know exactly how that girl made it in the world, she was kind of happy to see her. Fayth was always bright and bubbly.
She heard Fayth call for her usual, and nodded. "Got it Fayth! It'll be there in a second." Then she heard another woman, and turned towards the voice with a curt nod. "On it."
She rushed towards the bar, and looked under the counter for the vodka. She pulled out one of the cheaper brands, with a strong smell and a light kick. She poured it straight into a glass and sent it the lady's way. She took a chilled martini glass out of the freezer behind the bar, and grabbed the shaker on the way. She poured in some ice, some sour apple schnapps, vodka, and a sweet and sour mix. The whole concoction was very fruity, and it seemed like the perfect drink for Fayth. The mixture was soon shaken to perfection, and Avery poured it into the glass. She added a small black straw and two small cherries struck through with a plastic sword to mix, and started to bring it to the Fayth.
"Fayth! Nice to see you!" Avery said, setting down the appletini and smiling brightly. "What are you doing out around here? I thought it was your day off!"
Strange, Avery thought. That was until she daw Ryan. He stood at the girls bathroom door, trying to communicate with someone on the inside. She sighed, and went into the back to prepare a hot herbal tea. Before she could though, she saw a blonde drawing all the attention, and smiled lightly. It was Fayth, and though Avery didn't know exactly how that girl made it in the world, she was kind of happy to see her. Fayth was always bright and bubbly.
She heard Fayth call for her usual, and nodded. "Got it Fayth! It'll be there in a second." Then she heard another woman, and turned towards the voice with a curt nod. "On it."
She rushed towards the bar, and looked under the counter for the vodka. She pulled out one of the cheaper brands, with a strong smell and a light kick. She poured it straight into a glass and sent it the lady's way. She took a chilled martini glass out of the freezer behind the bar, and grabbed the shaker on the way. She poured in some ice, some sour apple schnapps, vodka, and a sweet and sour mix. The whole concoction was very fruity, and it seemed like the perfect drink for Fayth. The mixture was soon shaken to perfection, and Avery poured it into the glass. She added a small black straw and two small cherries struck through with a plastic sword to mix, and started to bring it to the Fayth.
"Fayth! Nice to see you!" Avery said, setting down the appletini and smiling brightly. "What are you doing out around here? I thought it was your day off!"
Cuz I gotta woooooooork. I may call in sick though, stupid spring cold >.<
Trinias. I'll make a respond for your character and kind of take over so your character can go back somewhere.
...Bruh, I'm all for violence, but this early? You may get kicked out of the bar.
Avery walked slowly down to the bar, looking at unfamiliar faces on the way there. Tonight was usually the bar's biggest rush. A group always came in, the day before the full moon. They were such frequents, Avery had marked each of these days on the bar's calendar as RUSH.
She walked into the bar from the back, heading through the area where bottles and ingredients were stored. She picked a few bottles out of the fray, knowing some of the favorites their frequents had, and with a small bounty in her hands, she headed into the front room. She saw Ryan, and smiled weakly at him. "Ryan, is the special up on the chalkboard yet?" Her voice was frail and polite, her eyes looked like they had been fully bloodshot just moments ago.
She set the bottles under the bar, and fingered each one, counting them. Then, on the far corner of the bar, Avery found her apron. She tied it around her waist, and checked each pocket to make sure she had her tools. Then she walked through the small side door labeled employees only, and went out to take guests orders.
Like any waitress, she worked for her tip. She talked casually to all the patrons in the bar, smiling and laughing along with them. She didn't judge people, and when they were looking glum she asked what their problems were. She did this all around the bar. Dancing between tables and the kitchen and the bar, asking for drinks, preparing meals when she had the time, and giving people the special treatment. All the while she had questions floating in her head, who are these people really? Why am I so nice, but I never get any friends? Why am I so lonely? Yet, she still did her job with a smile that never seemed to falter.
She walked into the bar from the back, heading through the area where bottles and ingredients were stored. She picked a few bottles out of the fray, knowing some of the favorites their frequents had, and with a small bounty in her hands, she headed into the front room. She saw Ryan, and smiled weakly at him. "Ryan, is the special up on the chalkboard yet?" Her voice was frail and polite, her eyes looked like they had been fully bloodshot just moments ago.
She set the bottles under the bar, and fingered each one, counting them. Then, on the far corner of the bar, Avery found her apron. She tied it around her waist, and checked each pocket to make sure she had her tools. Then she walked through the small side door labeled employees only, and went out to take guests orders.
Like any waitress, she worked for her tip. She talked casually to all the patrons in the bar, smiling and laughing along with them. She didn't judge people, and when they were looking glum she asked what their problems were. She did this all around the bar. Dancing between tables and the kitchen and the bar, asking for drinks, preparing meals when she had the time, and giving people the special treatment. All the while she had questions floating in her head, who are these people really? Why am I so nice, but I never get any friends? Why am I so lonely? Yet, she still did her job with a smile that never seemed to falter.
In the spam forum, it is a hard knock life. I suppose. But as a young, wise kid president once said.
Haters gonna hate, and huggers gonna hug.
Now I'm over it, I just felt like throwing a hissy fit first.
Haters gonna hate, and huggers gonna hug.
Now I'm over it, I just felt like throwing a hissy fit first.
@Cerberov
Okay, but how would that ever sound cool? I mean, common sense and all.
But still, you prove a good point. I commend you.
Okay, but how would that ever sound cool? I mean, common sense and all.
But still, you prove a good point. I commend you.
I just got called retarded. That burns.
But hey, at least I have you folks here, you calm my mental instability.
But hey, at least I have you folks here, you calm my mental instability.
Do it now please!!! Pretty please!
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