Sully (sulliedsoul) wrote in alchemy_rp, @ 2015-08-29 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sullivan green, character: tabitha hartley, rating: g, status: in progress, type: private |
Drink up
Date: August 29th, 2015
Time: Mid-morning
Characters: Sully and Tabitha in the gun range
Status/Rating: Private; Ongoing; G
The counter was littered with messy dripping servings of different smoothies melting at all different rates. He had been trying different combinations all morning and at some point he had run out of cups and started putting the drinks into whatever containers he could get his hands on. Thankfully he was in the kitchen so there wouldn't be too many gunpowder smoothies but one still might manage to slip into the mix if he wasn't careful.
A lot of people were confused at how Sully never left his gun range but a lot of people didn't know that he lived on top of it. There was one tiny and quaint room up on the second level with everything he ever needed in it and there were bathrooms with showers on the first floor like the place was some kind of gym or something. When he was younger he didn't understand why the place was built this way but now he knew, many of the patrons or guests that came to Murphy's appreciated a good shower in a place they knew they were safe. That's what this place was, safety, and he was its gargoyle.
With all the excitement taking place out in the world of arcane he expected that his establishment would be getting an influx of guests. He'd take them all but if he had a say in it he wanted to prioritize the ones that had always dropped by before. Like Tabitha, who he turned back to with a new cup of a greek yogurt and dark chocolate mix with just a squeeze of honey. That had to be a good smoothie, he liked all those things. The only part in question was his ingredient ratios.
The kitchen obviously wasn't always a kitchen, it was a bar. All the counters were made of a nickel looking metal and the walkway was narrow, the fridge was more a tall cooler than anything with a little mini freezer plugged in under a counter. The cabinets were all open faced metal boxes filled with pint glasses, mugs, and pilsners. He had a few bowls and spoons stashed away somewhere for cereal but he didn't make a show of them like the glasses. Not all his customers were hunters and he didn't want all of them getting a glimpse into his personal life. Cereal was really personal. When you were a hunter, everything seemed personal.
Speaking of which, he set down the new cup and grabbed the bullet to rinse it out in the big metal sink, "So I know it's none of my business but how bad does the other guy look?" he'd been avoiding asking anything about her bandage, she'd walked in on his smoothie experiment when he was well into it and he just started pushing glasses to taste at her, but he had noticed and he was worried as always. It was a thin line not to be called a mother hen but he was prepared to walk it. Just in case she didn't feel like spilling he glanced up at her from his washing work and offered her the subtle out of adding on "How's that mix by the way, perfect or better?"