Post by Phoenix on Jun 27, 2018 20:32:06 GMT -5
Midway into the evening, the bar was empty. Her coat on a hook behind her, Phoenix wiped down the counter at her bar, 'Rosa Florecio'. Just a wooden bar and some small tables with stools. The last customers in were a elderly supervisor and a young new employee, they were discussing some office drama that Phoenix found dull to care about. The younger one was not experienced in drinking and soon vomited, after a rather nice tip the elderly supervisor escorted their colleague out. Any other customer was discouraged from continuing as the mood was soon killed, which Phoenix particularly disliked. Finishing up with cleaning the counter, she still couldn't fully abolish the stench. "Cleaning up vomit, totally a step up from being a potential recruit all those years back." Phoenix muttered to no one.
Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it quickly, hoping to kill the stiffness in the mood. Letting out a deep breath as she stopped trying to hide her reiatsu at this point, welcoming any distraction. Not that she'd be able to hide forever, worst case scenario she assumed that a Shinigami recruit would walk away from the bar before even getting through the door. "Damn it's boring out."
Phoenix started to wonder if she should just call it a night right there, true there was still a few more hours to go, but no one wants to smell vomit even when they are walking into a bar. Lighting a cigarette, she sighed as she felt as though time was getting slower by the second. "I really need to watch my customers for their limits. Seriously, I gotta stop letting this happen."
WC 289
Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it quickly, hoping to kill the stiffness in the mood. Letting out a deep breath as she stopped trying to hide her reiatsu at this point, welcoming any distraction. Not that she'd be able to hide forever, worst case scenario she assumed that a Shinigami recruit would walk away from the bar before even getting through the door. "Damn it's boring out."
Phoenix started to wonder if she should just call it a night right there, true there was still a few more hours to go, but no one wants to smell vomit even when they are walking into a bar. Lighting a cigarette, she sighed as she felt as though time was getting slower by the second. "I really need to watch my customers for their limits. Seriously, I gotta stop letting this happen."
WC 289
