( Home, interrupted.It hasn't even been a matter of weeks since the last time she was behind a bar. But this is no Seventh Heaven ( Read more... )

An afternoon workout, a nice long shower, and now a couple of hours behind the bar: it's not a bad day at the end of the universe.

As good as it gets without a few important people around, anyway.

Damp hair held back in a loose ponytail, Tifa picks up a piece of chalk and begins writing on the board.

Tonight's Special: all fruity cocktails half ( Read more... )

Today's Specials:
Monsoon
Hurricane
Avalanche

Buy a drink for the person sitting next to you and get your own 1/2 off!

"Happy Hour's on, folks," Tifa announces to those sitting at the bar, taking a second to dust off her chalky hands and wipe them on the apron covering her skirt. A smile stretches across her face. "What can I get for you?"

Tifa's spent most of the afternoon working out by the lake. The change in seasons marked without her nearest and dearest makes her a little more melancholy than she hopes to let on, but even though she knows the lake and its surroundings are magic -- an illusion -- today the brightness gleaming off the water seemed... really nice. Or maybe she ( Read more... )

( A few days ago, in room 34.)

Tifa likes to show up a little early on nights when she's tending, and until she's supposed to officially go on duty, she spends some time wiping down the bar, humming under her breath. She has a cup of berry tea for herself behind the bar, and once she's done, she stops to take a long sip of it ( Read more... )

Hair swept back in a loose ponytail, Tifa's humming to herself as she sets up behind the bar. On the specials board she writes Half off anything blue!, and she's around early enough that under the half-off notice she doodles some decent stick-figure renditions of her ragtag circle of friends standing at a bar ( Read more... )

[ Upstairs: a reunion. ]

Atton's getting ready to interview somebody.

In his case, this means wearing menacing looking sunglasses as he fiddles about with mechanical parts on the table. The sunglasses are interview-related, the parts not so much.

Botherable.

[The post is for a bartending interview, but it's not plotlocked.]

( OOM: Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. )