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Aug. 22nd, 2016 09:37 pmThere are many good, valid reasons why you should never make bets with people ever, especially if those bets involve the words ‘bartending’ and ‘leather.’
So today’s bartending has two bartenders: Yamato, dressed like he’s just gotten back from a punk rock concert, exuding a fifty meter aura of surliness as if he’s attempting to silently dissuade everyone from ordering any drinks; and Quentin, who looks ready to step on stage for a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, with tight leather pants, an open linen shirt, pointed ears, and bronze hair, smirking at Yamato.
Gabumon, in the spirit of being helpful, has hung up a board of Specials.
SPECIALS.
Sodas.
Tea and Coffee, hot or iced.
Yamato has added an addition, but Gabumon wisely scribbled it out.
Say anything and your drink is double price.
Quentin went into the back and after some pointing by the rats was able to bring out a plate with pastries, cookies and even bagels.
[ooc: Joint bartending post with Quentin and Yamato. Both muns are around for ages, open until it scrolls.]
So today’s bartending has two bartenders: Yamato, dressed like he’s just gotten back from a punk rock concert, exuding a fifty meter aura of surliness as if he’s attempting to silently dissuade everyone from ordering any drinks; and Quentin, who looks ready to step on stage for a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, with tight leather pants, an open linen shirt, pointed ears, and bronze hair, smirking at Yamato.
Gabumon, in the spirit of being helpful, has hung up a board of Specials.
Sodas.
Tea and Coffee, hot or iced.
Yamato has added an addition, but Gabumon wisely scribbled it out.
Quentin went into the back and after some pointing by the rats was able to bring out a plate with pastries, cookies and even bagels.
[ooc: Joint bartending post with Quentin and Yamato. Both muns are around for ages, open until it scrolls.]

