March 15, 2013
Leo and OPEN March 15, 2013, Afternoon Lucky 13 Bar Liquor and Idiots
This Friday even proved to be one of the busiest days he has seen in a few months thanks to the weather warming as days progressed. Everybody was getting off work and being normally a payday for the majority of his locals, they were ready to spend their earnings and get intoxicated to the extreme. The Lucky 13s prices were fair as they've always been, Leo a non-believer in high priced alcohol when down the road you could buy a six pack for dirt cheap. You were merely paying a bit extra to drink in the confines of the Lucky 13 and get a chance to see this terribly handsome guy at work. Ego maniac! Why not? He had the flourishing money and co ownership of a well-known bar, plus the charismatic personality that made most stop what they were doing just to say hello.
Still short on bartending help, he was rushing back and forth helping customers with their orders and keeping them happy. The DJ the past few weekends made him want to hang himself in his apartment, so instead of a suicidal escape he went against the Sasquatchs orders and hired a new DJ and gently 'renovate' the scene a bit. Instead of the spiraling mixture of Rap and Hip-hop, he decided he would give some rock a try, at least tonight; He even put up a sign outside. 'Try some rock, on the rocks.'
Gustav, our super friendly black bouncer, was busy dragging a few douchebags outside, so when Leo caught sight of two tight t-shirt wearing thugs inaudibly yelling at each other, he went to intervene. His normal charming smile and bright appearance instantly died and the Tattoo'd metal-loving freak was unleashed. He stopped beside the two, tapping them on the shoulder. They both smelt as if they just drained a few dozen shots each.
"Either take it outside you two, or not only am -I- going to kick your ass, I'm going to have Gestav skull-fuck you both after I'm done shoving -your- head " Pointing to Mr.Dude to the left." up -his- ass. Capiche? " Mr. Dude spit on Leos boots and yelled over the blaring vocals of Phil Ansemo. "Pfbt, Well fflluuuckk you, and this fu.." A hiccup to compensate for the bad breath which made Leo shudder." fu.. fuck Pantera! What happened to DJ Slimmychins? "
Instantly pissed off from this remark and his closed minded attitude (Plus his slurring stating he has already had enough to drink), he smiled sarcastically and grabbed the man by his throat and began ushering him towards the exit. " Why, he's outside here trying to figure out how to fit his own head up his own ass, so why don't you go help him?" The douchebag that was smart enough to keep quiet watched in awe as the struggling Mr. Dude hacked and choked his way right out the front door and landed on his ass. Leo made sure to leave him a nasty remark before slamming the front door shut.
"Come back again, I dare you dickcheese! " Huffed, taking a few deep breaths to calm down his nerves. It wasn't the most respected or business-like thing he's ever done, but don't even run your mouth about any legendary band, at least around Leo.
Just in time for the heroism, the band Clutch made it's debut at that time with some The Mob Goes Wild. Neil Fallons clear but rad voice rocked the halls with. "Please allow me to adjust my pants. So that I may dance the good time dance. And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance." This was followed by a pretty awesome jumpy guitar riff that sent people to the dance floor with a little rock in their heart. He was happy all over again. Taking a satisfied breath, he sat himself on the opposite side of the bar and motioned Gustav to bring him a Bud Light.