Happy Hour!
He'd come downstairs to get something to eat from Bar since he hadn't eaten all day. The assassin had been too lost in his past. Lost in the files he had on Treadstone and Blackbriar. On the men that made him who he was today. Or wasn't... He hadn't quite figured that one out yet. Either way, with his sandwich came a note asking him to bartend.
Well... he hadn't been expecting that one. Luckily in his line of work he'd had to take on different personas. Different life styles. Playing bartender was something he could do. So walking around behind the counter he sets the plate with his sandwich on it aside and turns to the board, writing down today's specials. No, they're not specific. Just picked at random.
Drink Specials
Extended Jail Sentence
Screaming Multiple Orgasm
Kill Me Now
Finally turning away from the board, he looks over the bar and her patrons.
"Happy Hour, folks! Tell me, what's your pleasure?"
[Tiny Tag: Tanya Adams]
Well... he hadn't been expecting that one. Luckily in his line of work he'd had to take on different personas. Different life styles. Playing bartender was something he could do. So walking around behind the counter he sets the plate with his sandwich on it aside and turns to the board, writing down today's specials. No, they're not specific. Just picked at random.
Drink Specials
Extended Jail Sentence
Screaming Multiple Orgasm
Kill Me Now
Finally turning away from the board, he looks over the bar and her patrons.
"Happy Hour, folks! Tell me, what's your pleasure?"
[Tiny Tag: Tanya Adams]