October Theme Night at the Catscratch: Rock & Roll Ain't Noise Pollution
There's a kind of peace working at the Catscratch Club three nights a week. The lights are dim and the hours long, each bleeding seamlessly into the next. Week after week, Dean mixes cocktails at Roger's side and never forgets a customer's favorite drink, though he at times has trouble remembering if he's made one for them already that night, or if it was the night before, the week before. The music's loud and the regulars comfortably regular; he could almost say each night is the same, blissful in its simplicity, but not so on theme nights.
Especially not this one. Dean had hardly had to petition at all for tonight's theme, aiming both his own plaintive eyes and then Roger's Helen's way, and shazam, there sprang forth a theme Dean had chosen to loosely interpret as AC/DC Fucking Rules night, more artfully titled by Helen as Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution night, and Dean's not one to argue against the classics.
The Club has been transformed accordingly, all gritty 80s rock and roll, and Dean is no exception in his Angus Young costume from a few Halloweens back. He doesn't exactly have the knees for it, but Dean's not afraid to suffer for his art, mixing drinks behind the bar with more than his usual easy attention. On stage, the men are dancing to Hell's Bells, prompting Dean to look away lest he see any of said bells, and quietly waits to discover what Helen will bust out for tonight. Knowing her, it'll be spectacular.
"Fire of Unknown Origin!" he shouts down the bar, sliding a tequila sunrise into a waiting hand before turning to the next patron. "Lemme guess," he says, raising a playful brow, "you're here for a Sexy Bartender."
[ooc: October theme night~ tag each other or Dean, just let me know if the top level's for him]
Especially not this one. Dean had hardly had to petition at all for tonight's theme, aiming both his own plaintive eyes and then Roger's Helen's way, and shazam, there sprang forth a theme Dean had chosen to loosely interpret as AC/DC Fucking Rules night, more artfully titled by Helen as Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution night, and Dean's not one to argue against the classics.
The Club has been transformed accordingly, all gritty 80s rock and roll, and Dean is no exception in his Angus Young costume from a few Halloweens back. He doesn't exactly have the knees for it, but Dean's not afraid to suffer for his art, mixing drinks behind the bar with more than his usual easy attention. On stage, the men are dancing to Hell's Bells, prompting Dean to look away lest he see any of said bells, and quietly waits to discover what Helen will bust out for tonight. Knowing her, it'll be spectacular.
"Fire of Unknown Origin!" he shouts down the bar, sliding a tequila sunrise into a waiting hand before turning to the next patron. "Lemme guess," he says, raising a playful brow, "you're here for a Sexy Bartender."
[ooc: October theme night~ tag each other or Dean, just let me know if the top level's for him]