[center][b][h1]Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][hider=Jocelyn][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7285acb5-3916-4377-a6e1-a21597a529b6.jpg[/img][/hider][/center][hr][h2][center]Location: Work, Bar called The Rum House; Westside of the Theater District, East of Hell’s Kitchen[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: Patrons; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4671778]Eric Brooks aka Blade[/url][@Chain]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4677375]Arvin Talon[/url][@Sewer Rat][/h3][/center][hr][u]May 5th, 2012, 22:45[/u]
I have washed every single glass in this bar swept, mopped, dusted, sanitized and made popcorn. Filled the pretzels, mixed nuts. Everything. Literally everything. You name it I did it. I was working on round two of wiping down the bar and contemplating refacing the liquor alphabetically when the door opened and shut. Steve Perry sang about the holding tight and the way you want it. Then in walked a slight crowd. After the chaos reigned down on NYC I figured that this is a crowd that might start something. Not my kind of scene and I really hate it when I am working. I had the makings of a tense atmosphere and that makes me edgy. Serving drinks and telling people what you see as snacks is what you get. Now I do not mind repeating myself as long as I am speaking to a different person but after the second time I have to tell you that I am not a cook and this is not a diner I am done. After that you’re cut off. Piss me off after that and I will not hesitate to call the cops.

I was about to tell someone that for a third time I was not running a kitchen when trouble walks in. Open carrying swords and everything. My night just got complicated as I saw the looks he was getting as he sauntered across the room and sat down at the corner of the bar. He pulls out ear buds as I am walking over to him to address him.[color=red] “Double-vodka coke please, and do you do food?” [/color]

I decided to be cheeky. At least a little.[color=pink] “I eat. But unfortunately for you gent what you see is what you get.” [/color]I slide a bowl of pretzels at him.[color=pink] “If you can find a place that delivers then you can have whatever you want... Excuse me.” [/color]I step away and raise my voice.[color=pink] “OI YOU!! YEAH YOU WITH THE CIGARETTE!!! LIGHT UP IN HERE AND YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT ON YOUR FOOD TO EAT IT!!! PATIO IS OUT THAT WAY” [/color]I point emphatically to the right with my gloved hand giving the guy the evil eye. He gets up and mutters as he stands up.[color=pink] “WANNA MAKE MY NIGHT WANKER TRY ME!! THE NO SMOKING SIGN IS IN BLOODY ENGLISH AND THAT’S HOW YOU BLOODY WELL ORDERED!!! OUT!!!!!!! PICK PATIO OR FRONT DOOR!! AND IF IT IS THE FRONT DOOR YOU CAN BLOODY WELL TAB OUT NOW!!!!” [/color]The guy raised his hands and went out the side door to the patio. I manage to pour a double vodka and coke in the middle of the tirade. I pass it over to the Highlander.[color=pink] “That will be five dollars did you want to start a tab? And you do know that you can’t carry those blades on you in here. Rules and all gent. I’ll put them behind the bar and you can have them back on two conditions. One when you’re leaving and the second. Well let’s just cross that bridge [i]if[/i] and when we come to it.” [/color]I raise an eyebrow looking at him levelly. I seriously don’t need this after the day I just had. Plus I am the only one on duty and will be till close. Jessie called in at two this afternoon saying there was no way in hell he was coming in.

Just as I thought I was getting somewhere with the Highlander the door opens and in walks another patron and sits a few chairs down from the Highlander.[color=9e0b0f] “Got any whiskey?” [/color]I nod and grab a decent whiskey and pour a shot. 

I nod back at the Highlander.[color=pink] “What you say Highlander? Do I check the swords for you or do I have to call the fuzz?” [/color]Then I turn to the other gent. He has pretty eyes.[color=pink] “Well Pretty Eyes that will be three fifty. You starting a tab?” [/color]