Bartending :O

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard is behind the bar.

Just, you know. There. Available. For whatever.

He might even, like, take orders or something. If you're nice.*

Comments

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*he waves a hand*

They totally wouldn't trust us with soldering irons, man. You ever seen a geek dance? No. 'cos they can barely stand up without tripping over something. Hot things plus lack of co-ordination reeeeally not a good idea. It would all be messy.

Nah, it's all programming, that kinda thing.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard really has only a vague idea of it.*

Hey, do you have one of those laptop-things?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Yep.

*he grins*

Dad guilt-trip.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His mouth drops open, and his eyes go wide, and he looks like nothing so much as an overexcited little boy.*

Cool! Hey, can you bring it in sometime?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

You're the boss, Boss. Next time. If I remember.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Cool.

And I'm not your boss.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Dude, I so know. My role in this place is firmly consumer. Greenpeace give me money, I give you money. All works.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...I once blew up a Greenpeace HQ. Very pretty blast.

*He looks rather dreamy*

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

...why?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Why not? It was just a building.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

And then it was fire and smoke and rubble, right?

I don't like mess.

*he scowls and quickly downs the rest of his pint, placing it carefully back on the bar and leaving*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods, smiling, until Brian leaves and the smile falters.

Then he shrugs and moves to serve another patron.

Can't win 'em all.*