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[mnt_mike]

"Um...excuse me? If I could have everyone's attention for a minute."

The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.

"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."

Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.

"Okay...that's it."

A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.

"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.

This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."

At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.

"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.

Okay with that said...the Bar is open."

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[lvpd_sidle]

Blink.

Blink.

"Man, we really haven't spoken in a while, Mike."

[mnt_mike]

"Well, you know, things have been busy. There's food that needs cooking, laundry that needs washing, and the entire overthrow of the order of the bar that needs overthrowing. Frankly...I've been swamped."

[lvpd_sidle]

"You look and sound like you could use a hug."

[dreamer_fray]

As opposed to a highly trained bomber who could kill 'em all in their sleep?

Harth snickers quietly from across the room.

"Ave! Bossa nova, similis bossa seneca," he mutters into his overly-salty glass of blood.

He does like dead languages, bad grammar notwithstanding. They remind him of old, dark things.

[mnt_mike]

For no particular reason that Mike can decern, he now has "Bossa nova, Baby" stuck in his head.

Harth truly is evil.

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

Sky laughs a bit and shakes his head.

"Congrats."

He says audibly.

[mnt_mike]

"Thank you. And they said having a great butt wouldn't take me places. HA!"

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

"So should I buy you a drink tonight in celebration?"

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

"Then congratulations on your promotion." Santino replied, shaking Mikey's hand.

[mnt_mike]

"Why thank you, Sir. What can I get for you."

Mike keeps shaking this man's hand, long after the normal hand shaking timeframe has passed.

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

"Please, my name is Salvatore." Santino flashed Mikey a quick grin- quick enough to hide his vampiric teeth, slow enough to notice. "And I am quite satiated, but it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Head Barman."

Santino doesn't mind. Mikey looks like he's in need of a hug, anyways.

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Because Ichigo has been wondering...

"Um...sorry to bother ya, but...what does the Head bar guy do anyways? I mean, besides serve drinks like the other bartenders?"

It's been bugging him, and he's trying not to sound rude, because as far as he can gather Mikey's the new 'in charge dude' and mouthing off to him right away might be bad. He does it to his teachers, sure, but his teachers aren't ninjas.

[mnt_mike]

"Maaaaaaagick."

Mike leans over and palms a quarter from Ichigo's ear.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Cue the blinking.

"Holy shit, you're the new head guy?" Peter exclaimed.

"Uh, wow, congratulations are in order I guess? Bar all right now then? That why the food and drink been all salty?"

[mnt_mike]

"Divine excrement, indeed!"

Mike replies with an equal amount of gusto.

"Yeah, she's doing better now. There's a bit of a lag with the whole transfer thing."

Yes...he's lying through his teeth. Fear his Ninja-lying!

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

For the interest of possible overthreading you, and the fact Sam's taken it to be her job to be head pregnant-cheerleader for the Head Barmanship of Mikey, there is a Sam.

And she is beaming. "You'are going to be great."

[mnt_mike]

"Great as in I wasn't great before? Or great as in greater than my previous greatness?"

[clumsy_auror]

Somewhat nervously, 'Dora steps up to the end of the Bar.

It almost feels like she shouldn't be there, but she pushes that thought right down.

This is still home. And he'll be back, he will.

She waits quietly.

[mnt_mike]

Mike doesn't see her, but that doesn't mean Bar doesn't. And it certainly doesn't mean that Bar doesn't tell him that she's there.
...
Crap, there's too many negatives there, isn't there? Bah! Sally forth!

Very very very slowly he turns around. When their eyes meet, he swallows hard.

"I didn't mean....I swear!"

[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

Corran chuckles as he walks up. "Thought you looked a bit unfamiliar. Congrats on the new duties--y'get a raise to go with it?"

[mnt_mike]

"Only in my stress level. What can I get for you?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan raises an eyebrow at the new Head Barman. "Don't suppose you'll be easier to cadge drinks off than the last guy, huh?"

[mnt_mike]

"Depends, what have you done for me lately? Oooh ooh ee oooh yeah."

[md_donighal]

"Congratulations, my good ninja," says the man in the gray suit. "Do you by any chance know Raphael?"

[mnt_mike]

See that smile that was there at the beginning of the introduction? Notice how it falters, and is quickly replaced by another that is far more plastic than the first.


"That depends, what did he do?"