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pineslog2017-02-12 07:16 pm
keephimtalking) wrote in pineslog2017-02-12 07:16 pm
Get drunk while the space birdman judges you
Who: Lantar Sidonis and anyone looking to get drunk or get hired!
Where: Weaver's
When: 12.02!
What: Lantar opens the new bar!
Warnings: Alcohol consumption!
[Open to everyone!]
Weaver’s doesn’t open with a lot of fanfare. Lantar just props up the sign outside and hurries back in before the chill starts getting to him under the five layers of scarves he’d put on.
The sign reads:
<- WE HAVE BEER
AS COLD AS THIS
FREAKING WEATHER
Experimental subjects
Taste tasters wanted. Free alcohol.
Potentially disgusting, but free.
Stuck to the front of the door is another sign.
HELP WANTED
Looking for: Bartender (1) and servers (2)
Willing to train
Come inside and have a gander! The selection isn’t that great yet, but Lantar’s open for input!
Where: Weaver's
When: 12.02!
What: Lantar opens the new bar!
Warnings: Alcohol consumption!
[Open to everyone!]
Weaver’s doesn’t open with a lot of fanfare. Lantar just props up the sign outside and hurries back in before the chill starts getting to him under the five layers of scarves he’d put on.
The sign reads:
<- WE HAVE BEER
AS COLD AS THIS
FREAKING WEATHER
Taste tasters wanted. Free alcohol.
Potentially disgusting, but free.
Stuck to the front of the door is another sign.
HELP WANTED
Looking for: Bartender (1) and servers (2)
Willing to train
Come inside and have a gander! The selection isn’t that great yet, but Lantar’s open for input!
no subject
Summer? Spring?
Lantar looks at 10K like he's grown another head. The kid was talking as if the weather was going to change, but that- that-
Idaho wasn't going to be a snowy hell all the time?
Looking through his... his memories of Pines, he suddenly sees it. Really understands it for the first time. Summer. Spring. Autumn and winter. Seasons.
What the fuck?
"Uh, right," Lantar says with all the grace of someone who was trying to act like his mind hadn't just been completely blown. "Yeah. Let's get to work. Uh, here's a copy of the inventory for you."
He slides the paper off of his clipboard and holds it out for 10K to take.
no subject
He isn't sure what exactly is going through Lantar's head, or why he looked at him so weird, but 10K's not the type to push. It's been tough for him, too, remembering. Remembering a life in this town, remembering people he'd met. Sidonis is one of those, too; odd jobs here and there, small conversations, companionable silences. Maybe it's been the same on his end, the awkwardness of remembering. So he waits, and nods as Sidonis passes him a list, taking it in hand and scanning the paper.
"Sure thing. Tell me where you want me to get started, and we'll get through this."
Get through all of it, somehow, and not just the inventory.
no subject
Wait. Is that alright to talk about? Lantar hesitates, scowling at his clipboard. It's gotta be alright, right? It's just like humans saying they were from Earth, which was just a fact.
Besides, he's not even from Palaven, he's from...
Omega...?
Forcibly shaking off the confusion, he moves, striding past the crates.
"Here, you start on the warmer side of the room," Lantar says pointing to said pile of boxes. Give the guy some time to warm up since he'd just come in from the cold. "I'll start on the other. Get the cling film off and match the numbers on the boxes up with the stuff on the paper and move 'em out to the front of the elevator. That's through the door in the back there."