Beer, beer, beer~ [Very Open!]

[inthecenterfold]

Characters: Smoke, Ghost, Thing, and [OPEN!] to anyone else hanging out at the bar tonight /o/
Date/Time: Wednesday early evening until Thursday early morning
Location: Smoke's Bar (Marketplace Island, 2nd Level [Link here for visual reference!]
Rating: PG13 for pub humor, drinks all around, and general raucousness (or so I assume will happen at

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Open to Grift and any other passerby, before the bar fight but after Grift's convo with Smoke

[redrobinhood]

It was a busier night than usual and Ghost was feeling the pressure. With the staff down to almost nothing, he was running around doing all sorts of assorted tasks unrelated to his position as a bouncer. Mostly managing stock, but he also tried to catch orders here or there, not bothering to make a distinction in his job. Anything he could do to help Smoke was worth the multitasking on his part.

But he was so out of it that he managed to fumble some of the extra napkins he was carrying by the bar stools. There they went, into a nice mess on the floor, right by a patron's foot.

"Damnit." He sighed. "Sorry buddy. My bad."

♥

[grinninggrifter]

When Grift felt the napkins slap down by his foot, he glanced down, then back up again at the guy in front of him. "The legendary second staff," he announced, hopping off the stool and scooping the napkins up in his hands.

"Might wanna slow down before you hurt yourself," he said, an easy grin springing to his face. It was as easy as simply putting on a nice set of clothing, Grift found, and it was an expression his face simply melted into. The napkins were duly placed onto the bar and Grift's idle hands plucked one from the top, folding it into a loose paper hat and placing it on his head. His skewed reflection stared back at him from the half empty beer glass, and he gave the thing a rakish tilt.

"And if you don't mind me saying, sir, you don't look like much of an errands-boy to me."

<3

[redrobinhood]

Ghost looked up at the friendly patron--and felt an icy hand grip his chest as he got his first good look at at the man. Dark hair, easy grin...the feeling only intensified as the man teased him about slowing down and helped him to gather up the loose napkins.

Fallen?

No. No of course it wasn't--God, but there was something of Special in this man, something about how he carried himself that instantly reminded Ghost of his dead friend. Dead and not yet returned, not like how Clé had come and gone.

He tried to banish the depressing thoughts, but the sadness most likely lingered in his eyes. "Thanks man. ...Nice hat." Definitely not Fallen, this one was a bit silly.

"Ha. Errand boy? If Smoke ever called me that I'd smack him one." He shrugged and glanced down at his jeans and slightly grubby shoes. "Boss lets me wear what I want, do what I want. That and lots of good beer any time. The bar is a damn good place to work, when we have a full staff."

They just needed to stop dying on them, really.

"You new around here?"

[grinninggrifter]

If Grift noticed the change in Ghost's demeanor, he didn't show it. "People here seem to like to stare at me," he said, cupping his chin. "But I've yet to find out