Hire Meee! [Wrist Strap Recording]
After running into Captain Jack and Eye Candy - well, as much as one can run into someone through these 21st century computers - and dropping off the last of his hypervodka at the Invisible Lift to The Hub (see how generous!), John has gone job hunting!
Pub work has been suggested and so that's what John's going for, there's a lot of pubs in Cardiff and John will got to each one - except the Bar Reunion. There was a bit of unpleasantness last time he was there.
There's a pub just a stone's through from the Millenium Centre where Jack and his little Team have their base of operations. John thinks it would be quite fun to work there, who knows who might pop in from Hub.
Something called The Eli Jenkins, what a bizarre name...John strides in through the doors, the place is bustling at this time of night, one of those 21st century sport games is on the TV screens about the pub.
John heads up to the bar and leans against it in a seductive and cajoling manner, great for job-getting he's sure.
"Hey there."
The man behind the bar looks up and gives him a good look. "Nice jacket." He says in those drawling Welsh tones that Jack finds so attractive - John personally could take it or leave it.
"Why thank you, I'm proud of it," he gives his coat sleeve a loving stroke. "Now, I was just wondering if I could be...of any service to you."
The bartender blinks looking slightly confused. "Er...service?"
"Behind the bar," John elaborates, evidentally this fellow's mind is in the gutter.
"Oh! Well...have you had any experience?"
John gives the fellow his most sincere look, which is pretty damn sincere. "Oh yes, let me tell you I've been closely involved in all manner of alcholic consumption."
The bartender chuckles slightly. "Recreationally?"
"Oh, I could have made a profession of it!" John widens his eyes for that innocent look. "I can do tricks!" He reaches out sweeps up a few glasses from behind the counter and proceeds to juggle them.
This display attracts the attention of the nearby patrons, who all applauded, John grinned and took a bow or two setting the glasses back down.
The bartender still isn't entirely convinced.
"I have a drink concocotion to show you, made it up myself."
The bartender looks slightly wary now, but the patrons egg him on, obviously the oddly dressed stranger has caught their fancy.
The bartender invites John behind the bar and he sets to work. A dash of scotch here, some lemon juice, a bit of purple coloured stuff (he heasn't figured out how to pronounce the name yet), peach and a twist of lime.
"I call it the Naughty Poodle," John presents it to the nearest patron with a flourish.
The patron takes an experimental sip, while John waits...
And waits...
The patron takes a longer deeper sip. "This is brilliant!"
John claps his hands and turns to the bartender.
More waiting... "Hmmm...well, I suppose I could give you a trial."
John grabs the guys hand and shakes it vigourously. "Won't let you down my good sir!"
The bartender blinks looking quite surprised by the excitement there. "Just a trial, mind," he repeats.
Once he gets his hand back he writes some information on a card and hands it over. "Come back tomorrow at 6 and we'll get you started."
John's first thought is to give the guy a nice big smooch, but fortunately for his future job prospects he refrains. Instead he gives a little salute.
"See you tomorrow then...boss..."
Hope the moneys good!
Pub work has been suggested and so that's what John's going for, there's a lot of pubs in Cardiff and John will got to each one - except the Bar Reunion. There was a bit of unpleasantness last time he was there.
There's a pub just a stone's through from the Millenium Centre where Jack and his little Team have their base of operations. John thinks it would be quite fun to work there, who knows who might pop in from Hub.
Something called The Eli Jenkins, what a bizarre name...John strides in through the doors, the place is bustling at this time of night, one of those 21st century sport games is on the TV screens about the pub.
John heads up to the bar and leans against it in a seductive and cajoling manner, great for job-getting he's sure.
"Hey there."
The man behind the bar looks up and gives him a good look. "Nice jacket." He says in those drawling Welsh tones that Jack finds so attractive - John personally could take it or leave it.
"Why thank you, I'm proud of it," he gives his coat sleeve a loving stroke. "Now, I was just wondering if I could be...of any service to you."
The bartender blinks looking slightly confused. "Er...service?"
"Behind the bar," John elaborates, evidentally this fellow's mind is in the gutter.
"Oh! Well...have you had any experience?"
John gives the fellow his most sincere look, which is pretty damn sincere. "Oh yes, let me tell you I've been closely involved in all manner of alcholic consumption."
The bartender chuckles slightly. "Recreationally?"
"Oh, I could have made a profession of it!" John widens his eyes for that innocent look. "I can do tricks!" He reaches out sweeps up a few glasses from behind the counter and proceeds to juggle them.
This display attracts the attention of the nearby patrons, who all applauded, John grinned and took a bow or two setting the glasses back down.
The bartender still isn't entirely convinced.
"I have a drink concocotion to show you, made it up myself."
The bartender looks slightly wary now, but the patrons egg him on, obviously the oddly dressed stranger has caught their fancy.
The bartender invites John behind the bar and he sets to work. A dash of scotch here, some lemon juice, a bit of purple coloured stuff (he heasn't figured out how to pronounce the name yet), peach and a twist of lime.
"I call it the Naughty Poodle," John presents it to the nearest patron with a flourish.
The patron takes an experimental sip, while John waits...
And waits...
The patron takes a longer deeper sip. "This is brilliant!"
John claps his hands and turns to the bartender.
More waiting... "Hmmm...well, I suppose I could give you a trial."
John grabs the guys hand and shakes it vigourously. "Won't let you down my good sir!"
The bartender blinks looking quite surprised by the excitement there. "Just a trial, mind," he repeats.
Once he gets his hand back he writes some information on a card and hands it over. "Come back tomorrow at 6 and we'll get you started."
John's first thought is to give the guy a nice big smooch, but fortunately for his future job prospects he refrains. Instead he gives a little salute.
"See you tomorrow then...boss..."
Hope the moneys good!