Tuesday: October 2, 2007
Who: Sheldon, Caden and Dione
When: Night
Where: The Winebar
What: Best friends have a chat


“Eliza, a whiskey for the wanker in the blue?” Sheldon asked her with a cheeky smile on his face. Of course his manners left much to be desired, but he was treated like utter shit sometimes. So he gave the people names in the wine bar. Some were actually nice. It all depended.

For Sheldon the wine bar was in a different view. He wasn’t the lonely drinker. He wasn’t the man who was trying to get a woman to come home with him or anything of that matter. Sheldon was one of the bartenders. In fact he was one hell of a bartender. He went to school for it, so why not put it to use in a place that had a decent bar?

The Psychic turned to the next person who wished to get drunk, or perhaps just socialize and drink casually. Maybe they were waiting for someone, maybe they wanted someone to be waiting for them. It didn’t matter. Sometimes people just liked talking to Sheldon. Though usually they were depressed, wanted to work him up for a fight, or they were drunk as hell. Sometimes there were good occasions.

“What can I get you?” He asked.