Post by Desiree on Jul 30, 2011 17:12:22 GMT
“Caaa-aan we make it a du-du-double this time?”
Her voice had been drowned with the cold loving of whiskey, tainting her once smooth flow as she slams the tumbler down onto the sticky surface of the bar. She had propped herself up onto a barstool near by, only the soft caress of red velour to conceal her modesty, as the short pink dress she had hand picked earlier that afternoon, had decided to abandon ship and slowly unfurl upwards.
Her eyes lazily rested on the barkeep, eyebrow arched in a questioning manor as she waited for him to fill her glass.
“Jimmy?”
He looked up sullenly, unsure what to do. She was obviously intoxicated, but being barely of age himself and new to the job, he lacked any self-confidence. He had only wished now that he had called in sick like he had originally planned, that way his manager would have had to deal with her. Pulling his eyes away from her, he mumbled.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?!? I’ve beeeeeen a well paying customer for the last... last...
She didn't know. Her eyes and her vice giving her away as she attempted to remember when it was shehad entered this dreary place. Instead she took a guess.
"The last 3 'ours! I haaave rights ya know!”
Jimmy’s head remained down, only his glance had lifted, eyeing his new customer wearily as she sat forward on her stool – almost tipping it.
“I kn-ow. But rules ar… are rules and you’re intoxicated. I’m n-not allowed to serve you.”
By this point, he had lifted his head, his shoulders firming as he attempted to gain control of the situation. However, this only crossed her further, Desiree went to stand up, failing miserably as she landed with a thud into one of the oppressing brown walls which lay next to her. She leaned heavily on it, her hand lifting in a staggering sway as she attempted to ‘reason’ with him... only to be interrupted.
OOC: Anyone welcome to reply
Her voice had been drowned with the cold loving of whiskey, tainting her once smooth flow as she slams the tumbler down onto the sticky surface of the bar. She had propped herself up onto a barstool near by, only the soft caress of red velour to conceal her modesty, as the short pink dress she had hand picked earlier that afternoon, had decided to abandon ship and slowly unfurl upwards.
Her eyes lazily rested on the barkeep, eyebrow arched in a questioning manor as she waited for him to fill her glass.
“Jimmy?”
He looked up sullenly, unsure what to do. She was obviously intoxicated, but being barely of age himself and new to the job, he lacked any self-confidence. He had only wished now that he had called in sick like he had originally planned, that way his manager would have had to deal with her. Pulling his eyes away from her, he mumbled.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?!? I’ve beeeeeen a well paying customer for the last... last...
She didn't know. Her eyes and her vice giving her away as she attempted to remember when it was shehad entered this dreary place. Instead she took a guess.
"The last 3 'ours! I haaave rights ya know!”
Jimmy’s head remained down, only his glance had lifted, eyeing his new customer wearily as she sat forward on her stool – almost tipping it.
“I kn-ow. But rules ar… are rules and you’re intoxicated. I’m n-not allowed to serve you.”
By this point, he had lifted his head, his shoulders firming as he attempted to gain control of the situation. However, this only crossed her further, Desiree went to stand up, failing miserably as she landed with a thud into one of the oppressing brown walls which lay next to her. She leaned heavily on it, her hand lifting in a staggering sway as she attempted to ‘reason’ with him... only to be interrupted.
OOC: Anyone welcome to reply
