A Shot in the Dark {Open to multiple-see notes}
Posted on: Feb 2, 2016 22:26:31 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Fosse on Feb 2, 2016 22:26:31 GMT -5
Weekdays were always slow at The Drowzee Mug, and today was no exception. For once this was perfectly fine with Felicity, considering she had been running so many childish errands for her other job during the day that getting to ‘relax’ at night was a welcome change of pace. The fewer drunks that showed up for a drink meant that she could just focus on cleaning and stocking the bar and other far easier, menial tasks. Of course she still had the regulars and those looking for a cheap therapist, but it wasn’t as though she was having to frantically serve a bar full of angry trainers like she did most weekends.
Working at the bar was one of the rare times she showed a little more skin than usual, and even still it wasn’t very much. She had on a dark purple three-quarter sleeve button up shirt underneath a black vest, dark blue jeans tucked into a pair of heavy black boots, a black apron tied around her waist with a small drunken Drowzee embroidered on it (the bar’s logo), and her hair braided into itself and around her head. If one looked closely enough they would notice bruising on the arms that weren’t covered by her sleeves, the obvious reason to why she usually kept them covered.
At the moment she was leaning against the back counter, polishing glasses and gazing around the bar with her hazel eyes. No one seemed to be causing much trouble, and even the Mug’s server was struggling to find anything to do with it being as slow as it was. As she put the glass away and picked up another, her brow furrowed together. She hadn’t been a member of Origin long, but she was still beginning to get antsy with her lack of results. There was a bigger reason for her joining them, after all. Going around on menial tasks and all were fine and dandy, and at least she felt like she was moving up through the group, but… it wasn’t enough.
As fun as it was making cash and getting other goodies from working with them, she felt as though she had become stagnant in her search. She needed to get back to it, before the trail went completely cold. It was already well on it’s way in that direction. She hadn’t seen any other sign of him since that day, and she was almost beginning to worry that it was a figment of her imagination. Still, she couldn’t think like that. She had to keep faith, because that was all she had at this point.
Blinking out of her thoughts, she glanced around the bar with the now completely spotless glass in her hand. Everything was still about the same. Boring, slow, and uneventful. Thankfully since she got her ‘other job’ she didn’t have to worry as much about slow nights meaning less pay, but it was still frustrating as all hell.
Okie dokie, so this is going to be open to no more than three other people─but seeing as this is in a bar, your character has to be over twenty-one! Sorry, dems the laws!
Working at the bar was one of the rare times she showed a little more skin than usual, and even still it wasn’t very much. She had on a dark purple three-quarter sleeve button up shirt underneath a black vest, dark blue jeans tucked into a pair of heavy black boots, a black apron tied around her waist with a small drunken Drowzee embroidered on it (the bar’s logo), and her hair braided into itself and around her head. If one looked closely enough they would notice bruising on the arms that weren’t covered by her sleeves, the obvious reason to why she usually kept them covered.
At the moment she was leaning against the back counter, polishing glasses and gazing around the bar with her hazel eyes. No one seemed to be causing much trouble, and even the Mug’s server was struggling to find anything to do with it being as slow as it was. As she put the glass away and picked up another, her brow furrowed together. She hadn’t been a member of Origin long, but she was still beginning to get antsy with her lack of results. There was a bigger reason for her joining them, after all. Going around on menial tasks and all were fine and dandy, and at least she felt like she was moving up through the group, but… it wasn’t enough.
As fun as it was making cash and getting other goodies from working with them, she felt as though she had become stagnant in her search. She needed to get back to it, before the trail went completely cold. It was already well on it’s way in that direction. She hadn’t seen any other sign of him since that day, and she was almost beginning to worry that it was a figment of her imagination. Still, she couldn’t think like that. She had to keep faith, because that was all she had at this point.
Blinking out of her thoughts, she glanced around the bar with the now completely spotless glass in her hand. Everything was still about the same. Boring, slow, and uneventful. Thankfully since she got her ‘other job’ she didn’t have to worry as much about slow nights meaning less pay, but it was still frustrating as all hell.
Okie dokie, so this is going to be open to no more than three other people─but seeing as this is in a bar, your character has to be over twenty-one! Sorry, dems the laws!
