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milliways_bar2013-07-07 09:32 pm
gavin62truck) wrote in milliways_bar2013-07-07 09:32 pm
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An on-duty firefighter sneaks into the bar, and deposits himself onto a stool at the most isolated end of the counter. After glancing around to make sure that a certain someone isn't present, he turns to speak in quick, hushed tones at the wooden surface.
"Okay, here's the thing. There's a necklace in the New York Public Library gift shop that I need to get, it's, like, silver and has a quote from Shakespeare on it--"
A photo of the pendant appears.
"Yeah, that's the one. ...How did you--? Never mind. But it's kinda pricey and I don't get my paycheck for another two weeks, so I was wondering if you could maybe, y'know, give it to me for a little cheaper, and I'll pay you back in bartending shifts--"
The photo disappears, replaced by a napkin with a figure on it.
Tommy regards it, tics his head.
"Well, y'know, I was kinda hoping I could get a firefighter's discount, since, y'know, saving lives an' all, I'd think it was a universal thing--"
Another napkin with another figure.
Still reluctant to give in on the price, he supposes he's still getting a bargain.
"Alright, deal."
A flat, dove gray jewelry box appears, the lid embossed with the NYPL logo of a stylized lion head. Before anybody can notice (at least, Tommy hopes), he quickly slips it into one of his pockets.
"Thanks."
A beat.
"Can I get a ham sandwich while I'm here?"
And Bar is ever generous. But she'll be getting a few shifts out of Tommy in the future, so it's all good.
tiny tag: Scootaloo
"Okay, here's the thing. There's a necklace in the New York Public Library gift shop that I need to get, it's, like, silver and has a quote from Shakespeare on it--"
A photo of the pendant appears.
"Yeah, that's the one. ...How did you--? Never mind. But it's kinda pricey and I don't get my paycheck for another two weeks, so I was wondering if you could maybe, y'know, give it to me for a little cheaper, and I'll pay you back in bartending shifts--"
The photo disappears, replaced by a napkin with a figure on it.
Tommy regards it, tics his head.
"Well, y'know, I was kinda hoping I could get a firefighter's discount, since, y'know, saving lives an' all, I'd think it was a universal thing--"
Another napkin with another figure.
Still reluctant to give in on the price, he supposes he's still getting a bargain.
"Alright, deal."
A flat, dove gray jewelry box appears, the lid embossed with the NYPL logo of a stylized lion head. Before anybody can notice (at least, Tommy hopes), he quickly slips it into one of his pockets.
"Thanks."
A beat.
"Can I get a ham sandwich while I'm here?"
And Bar is ever generous. But she'll be getting a few shifts out of Tommy in the future, so it's all good.
tiny tag: Scootaloo