The past is gone
Characters: Canada and OPEN
Location: Northern Lights Tavern and Grill
Rating: PG-PG-13? For language at most.
Time: November 4th, anytime
Description: Matt's getting into the swing of Death City again and taking back his place as owner of Northern Lights. SHENANIGANS ENSUE?
It was something short of surreal to finally walk back into his restaurant. At the same time, looking at it filled him with such pride and nostalgia that it was hard for him to believe he'd been away for as long as he had. Though a few things were moved around, the layout was essentially the same. It still rang true to his original vision and it seemed to be doing quite well with business! Ah! Rise had done such a good job.
He really couldn't thank or love Rise enough for all the hard work she'd been doing in his absence.
Well. Time to get back to work. He slipped into the back, grabbed an apron, filled it with straws, napkins, pens, his order book, and any other waiting-type utensils, and made his way out to the crowd.
[ooc: This is open for prose and [action]! Also feel free to tag him where ever. At the tables, bar, in the kitchen as a costumer, friend, employee however.]
Location: Northern Lights Tavern and Grill
Rating: PG-PG-13? For language at most.
Time: November 4th, anytime
Description: Matt's getting into the swing of Death City again and taking back his place as owner of Northern Lights. SHENANIGANS ENSUE?
It was something short of surreal to finally walk back into his restaurant. At the same time, looking at it filled him with such pride and nostalgia that it was hard for him to believe he'd been away for as long as he had. Though a few things were moved around, the layout was essentially the same. It still rang true to his original vision and it seemed to be doing quite well with business! Ah! Rise had done such a good job.
He really couldn't thank or love Rise enough for all the hard work she'd been doing in his absence.
Well. Time to get back to work. He slipped into the back, grabbed an apron, filled it with straws, napkins, pens, his order book, and any other waiting-type utensils, and made his way out to the crowd.
[ooc: This is open for prose and [action]! Also feel free to tag him where ever. At the tables, bar, in the kitchen as a costumer, friend, employee however.]