Logs:Tending Bar
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| RL Date: 1 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Everett |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis meets Everett, the Snowasis's newest bartender. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 4D 6M 38T I10, summer dusk |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Everett M 19 6'2" fit, brown hair, blue eyes 7s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Hallway Patio Ledge
>--------------------------------------< 4D 6M 38T I10, summer afternoon >---< Evening, not particularly late, not quite to the hour where things will be getting busy. A few regulars at the bar, a few people chatting with friends at various tables, all is much as it usually is, except there's a new face on the other side of the bar. Young guy, not particularly distinctive-looking, but definitely an unfamiliar sort of ordinary. Yet, apparently responsible enough that he's been left to attend to things by himself until things get busier. In between the few orders, he occasionally takes a rag to the bar-top, but he mostly seems to be practicing shuffling a well-used deck of cards. It's a tangle of Snowdrift riders that Edyis is departing company with as she makes her way to the bar, the brownrider slipping her jacket over one of the seats at the bar stools. Dark eyes study the warn pack of cards as they are shuffled though she doesn't draw attention to herself yet, a half smile curled on her lips as she waits for the new bartender. One more riffle, bridging the cards neatly back into place--it hardly seems like Everett actually needs the practice, but at least that explains why he's comfortable setting them aside so quickly. "Hey, there. Lovely day, looks to be a lovely evening. What can I get you? Pardon if I don't know everybody's usual already," a slight glance down at an aging bluerider who seems to have possibly been slightly cranky about this fact, "but I promise I'll be working on that." "Isn't too bad, great weather for flying at least." She returns studying him. "Don't worry too much, it takes a while to learn, and it's a big weyr to top it off, I'm sure you will have the hang of it in no time." She leans in almost conspiratorially then, "And I think that one forgets what his usual order is at least once a seven." Edyis offers settling herself into the chair. "In the meantime, though, if you have a good cider, I'd love a mug of it when you get a moment. Didn't know the Snowasis had hired on a new hand. I'm Edyis, Brown Akluseth's." She offers by way of introduction with a wry smile. Her leaning in makes Everett grin, tapping a finger to the side of his nose, acknowledgment without going so far as to insult his own customers audibly. "Cider it is. I'm not sure I can vouch for whether it's anything special, but it seems to be drinkable." He turns to find a mug, saying as he fills it, "I'm Everett. Just come from Crom, I suppose I just got here at the right time for their needing the help, and I know my way around back here." Despite seeming fairly young, he does seem comfortable enough with the whole process. He pushes the mug across the bar to her. "Edyis, it's good to meet you. Are you from around here, originally?" Edyis takes the mug between both hands, her lips curling upward. "I confess I'm not very familiar with Crom, other than what I've flown in sweeps or read about during history lessons." Lifting her mug in a toast before taking a sip, "Originally Nabol." She states, before her attention drifts back to the cards. "You play a lot of poker, or just like having something to keep your hands busy?" "I'm afraid I'm not the best person to ask about anything more than that. There are mines. I don't fancy breathing that in my whole life, but I don't know why anyone does." Everett seems to consider that much of his issue with the place to be fairly self-explanatory. Certainly, he isn't so slight that one could picture his having a serious problem with the actual work, for all standing behind a bar with a rag is much less effort. "Ah, the cards. A bit of both? I don't play so much as I'd like to, but I'm learning." Edyis arches a brow at that assertion, but seems to let it slide. "Savannah and Glacier have a weekly poker game, might be able to join in on your nights off." She murmurs glancing back down at her drink. "Your family have much to say about you running off to go live in a weyr?" She wonders reaching over to study the deck if allowed. "They aren't inclined to keep it to their own? I might have to, then. Better practice playing than just to fiddle when I'm bored." Everett smiles, there, but it dissipates quickly. "I have no idea what they might have had to say, but I didn't exactly ask. For the best. My mother's husband's approval is hardly something I care about, you know? And my mother, well, cares about nothing but that. My real father," voice dropping a bit, like he's sharing a secret, "was a rider. So, you know, maybe this is where I belong. What do you think of the cider?" "Anvori knows what he's doing when he stocks the place." She grins when asked about the cider. As for them keeping the game to themselves she shrugs, "I used to join in long before I impressed, I'd say if you are friendly enough they probably wouldn't have many objections." Lifting her shoulder casually, and something like empathy colors her expression. "You fancy the harrowing life of a rider then?" It isn't quite skepticism, but there's something in the question. There's a pause, then a bit of a head-shake. "Or at least, not necessarily. Now, I wouldn't mind a bit of adventure in my life, sure. But I think this suits me just fine, for now. Job I like, a place to sleep, a chance to meet fascinating people." Everett gives her a smile, for that one. "But, yes, he does seem to know what he's doing, I hope he proves reasonable enough to work with in the long run. You all have a good place, here, seems to me. I think I'm going to like it just fine." "Bartending tends to be interesting work on it's own, and you'll get a wider clientele in here than you would up in the rider's lounge." She drains the mug with a shrug. "Welcome to High Reaches." Setting payment on the counter as she spots the rider she was waiting for through the garden patio ledge entrance, making to depart. The marks are swept up, and eyes skim over them briefly, but not at such length as to evidence any particular distrust. "Thank you kindly," Everett says, and then adds on, "Very much hope you're right. You have a good evening, maybe you can drop back by and see me sometime soon, hm?" But he's got other customers starting to come in, and quickly those take up his time and attention. |
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