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milliways_bar2006-06-22 07:47 pm
mnt_mike) wrote in milliways_bar2006-06-22 07:47 pm
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"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."
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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It's just a shot, and it's not even a particularly potent one. He'll be fine.
He mutters i'll tell you later right before he covers the glass with his mouth.
Down the hatch it goes.
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He holds up his morpher and flips it open, showing his SPD badge.
"But I don't think one will hurt."
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Sky offers?
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That is the voice of someone who knows they are far too many laps behind schedule.