Bartending
Karkat comes downstairs with a small heap of notes and a room key in his hands. He knows several of these people will be (rightfully) pissed at him for slumping off without telling them face-to-face, but he can't...
He just can't.
But when he goes to give his notes to the bar, it presents him with one first. He stares at it for a long moment, then shrugs, too tired to flip his shit. "OKAY, SURE. ONE MORE TIME."
He hops behind the bar, stuffing the notes into his sylladex for now, and chalks up his special with grim satisfaction.
MAKE ME SMILE
DRINK FREE FOR LIFE
(OR UNTIL MY GRIST RUNS OUT, WHATEVER)
MESSAGE ORDERS TO carcinoGeneticist IF YOU WANT
Come at him, bros.
[OOC: Last chance to tag Karkat for... a while. Open for the next four hours actively, next two days relatively steadily, slowtimes indefinitely.]
He just can't.
But when he goes to give his notes to the bar, it presents him with one first. He stares at it for a long moment, then shrugs, too tired to flip his shit. "OKAY, SURE. ONE MORE TIME."
He hops behind the bar, stuffing the notes into his sylladex for now, and chalks up his special with grim satisfaction.
MAKE ME SMILE
DRINK FREE FOR LIFE
(OR UNTIL MY GRIST RUNS OUT, WHATEVER)
MESSAGE ORDERS TO carcinoGeneticist IF YOU WANT
Come at him, bros.
[OOC: Last chance to tag Karkat for... a while. Open for the next four hours actively, next two days relatively steadily, slowtimes indefinitely.]