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Cranky without naptime, I guess.
I'm back with an interesting story or two,
So make yourself comfy and grab you a brew.
The SCs are drunk and the coworkers bored,
But one SC passed out in two beers. She snored.
(My poetic prowess sucks pretty hard, I know.)
Me: The gloves are for warmth. No, seriously.
SC: Yeah...
C: New! A long-time regular, ex-coworker and good friend who hangs out and backs us up when trouble hits.
J: Our ever-present owner. It looks like he picked up the Negotiation skill at some point...
F: Our between-floors barback. To say he's overworked is to say I was a little chilly last night (it was in the mid-30s last night...)
They hire people off the street every night to work as a bouncer. No, seriously.
A group of three headed to Rivalbar passed by, but one of them stopped at my door to ask me something.
SC: Is ExCoworker working tonight?
Me: ExCoworker hasn't worked here for the past year or so.
SC: How do you know?
Me: I've been working here for the past four years.
SC catches up to his friends who begin to call him interesting variations of 'dumbass'.
She has a boyfriend with that attitude. I'm kind of impressed.
F comes over to my door telling me that an SC was passed out at one of the tables, and that C was nearby explaining to them why she had to leave. He covers my door while I go to help out, and sho 'nuff, the girl in question is just in one of the most impressive sleep modes I've seen. Won't budge, won't move, won't even open her eyes, like the bar just became her personal apartment and some idiot left her door open. SC's boyfriend comes out of the restroom and I explain to him what's going on: his chick's passed out and she's gotta go home, but he can come back later once he does since he's nowhere near as plastered as she is. The guy that C's talking to, however, decides to just slug C instead of doing the smart thing and leaving.
Naturally, the fight begins. His friends are trying to pull C away from the dumbass at the same time another regular and I are pulling said dumbass away from C. We eventually get him outside, where instead of leaving, they just charge again. More of our regulars came out as reinforcements for us, and eventually, the fight makes it to the bridge nearby. Even the SC who was passed out tried to get in a few shots on us and made one guy bleed.
It took a few minutes for things to calm down enough for J to come outside and calmly explain what was going on. Eventually, the rowdies dispersed and our crowd went back inside. I stuck around to help clean up the mess and noticed a cell phone that was just... totaled. The screen, casing and circuit board were all damaged beyond repair, so we made a note of it and trashed it.
A few hours later, the original SC who was thrown out comes back with her boyfriend, telling me that she left her phone inside. I tell her that we found a phone on the bridge, but that it was destroyed in the brawl that broke out. Naturally, she doesn't believe me and insists on going inside to get it. I just block her path, telling her to come back the next night and ask about it since she'd been thrown out for tonight.
I don't know how she was able to hide a chunk of concrete on her, but she pulled it out and raised it like she was going to throw it at me. I didn't even get a chance to twitch, though: her boyfriend bear-hugged her, knocked the debris out of her hand and dragged her back to the parking lot, cursing her out the whole time. I just shake my head at this whole display.
Thankfully, we never saw them again after that, but now I'm just wondering what that guy sees in her.
So make yourself comfy and grab you a brew.
The SCs are drunk and the coworkers bored,
But one SC passed out in two beers. She snored.
(My poetic prowess sucks pretty hard, I know.)
Me: The gloves are for warmth. No, seriously.
SC: Yeah...
C: New! A long-time regular, ex-coworker and good friend who hangs out and backs us up when trouble hits.
J: Our ever-present owner. It looks like he picked up the Negotiation skill at some point...
F: Our between-floors barback. To say he's overworked is to say I was a little chilly last night (it was in the mid-30s last night...)
They hire people off the street every night to work as a bouncer. No, seriously.
A group of three headed to Rivalbar passed by, but one of them stopped at my door to ask me something.
SC: Is ExCoworker working tonight?
Me: ExCoworker hasn't worked here for the past year or so.
SC: How do you know?
Me: I've been working here for the past four years.
SC catches up to his friends who begin to call him interesting variations of 'dumbass'.
She has a boyfriend with that attitude. I'm kind of impressed.
F comes over to my door telling me that an SC was passed out at one of the tables, and that C was nearby explaining to them why she had to leave. He covers my door while I go to help out, and sho 'nuff, the girl in question is just in one of the most impressive sleep modes I've seen. Won't budge, won't move, won't even open her eyes, like the bar just became her personal apartment and some idiot left her door open. SC's boyfriend comes out of the restroom and I explain to him what's going on: his chick's passed out and she's gotta go home, but he can come back later once he does since he's nowhere near as plastered as she is. The guy that C's talking to, however, decides to just slug C instead of doing the smart thing and leaving.
Naturally, the fight begins. His friends are trying to pull C away from the dumbass at the same time another regular and I are pulling said dumbass away from C. We eventually get him outside, where instead of leaving, they just charge again. More of our regulars came out as reinforcements for us, and eventually, the fight makes it to the bridge nearby. Even the SC who was passed out tried to get in a few shots on us and made one guy bleed.
It took a few minutes for things to calm down enough for J to come outside and calmly explain what was going on. Eventually, the rowdies dispersed and our crowd went back inside. I stuck around to help clean up the mess and noticed a cell phone that was just... totaled. The screen, casing and circuit board were all damaged beyond repair, so we made a note of it and trashed it.
A few hours later, the original SC who was thrown out comes back with her boyfriend, telling me that she left her phone inside. I tell her that we found a phone on the bridge, but that it was destroyed in the brawl that broke out. Naturally, she doesn't believe me and insists on going inside to get it. I just block her path, telling her to come back the next night and ask about it since she'd been thrown out for tonight.
I don't know how she was able to hide a chunk of concrete on her, but she pulled it out and raised it like she was going to throw it at me. I didn't even get a chance to twitch, though: her boyfriend bear-hugged her, knocked the debris out of her hand and dragged her back to the parking lot, cursing her out the whole time. I just shake my head at this whole display.
Thankfully, we never saw them again after that, but now I'm just wondering what that guy sees in her.
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