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what's in a name
The bar was a go. Angel and I both threw ourselves into it like we had nothing better to do. Because, in truth? We didn't. I was tired of doing the stealing things for ridiculous amounts of money. And he was tired of being the do-gooder and whatever else he used to be in his world. We've gotten a lot of things done with only a few slight hiccups. Who knew that the big guy was as good of an organizer as he was a brooder?
The first thing that we decided to do was look for the right place and the right location. We wanted it to be busy but not so busy we couldn't keep up with it. 'Cause if we wouldn't be able to keep up, what would be the fun in owning a bar? Henry set us up with a real estate agent but after a few hours we decided to not bother with using one. They were pretty much more annoying than anything else. After telling them our price range and what we were looking for they continued to show us shit that we'd never be interested in a million years. I kinda had this certain look that I was going for and Angel just wanted it to be cheap. Even though I told him that money really wasn't an issue. So we found it. It's very old school Hollywood/art decoish. It had been sitting vacant for probably twenty years.
That's when we had to find a contractor. Angel took care of that stuff and I told him that I just wanted to give some input like where the bars were gonna be and a small stage and stuff like that. So, the building is two floors. The first floor has all the game type stuff. Big screen tvs, a fooseball table, a couple of pool tables, a bar of course and one gigantic juke box that Angel insisted had Barry Manilow on it. That was the first real fight that we had on the place. Until we decided that he could be in charge of the lower floor and I could be in charge of the upper floor. My floor was more loungey. There was a small stage, a bar of course, lots of really plush comfy couches and chairs. More what you'd think a swanky speak easy would be like. At least that was the look I was going for. Then there is a roof where people that smoke can do that and for people that want air and stuff. There's gonna be a mini-bar up there with just the basics.
Since we decided that we also needed to have something besides alcohol we are having a small kitchen put in. We're gonna serve basic bar type food with some extra special yums on the menu occasionally. Also, the basement is going to be part storage area and part Angel's apartment. I told him that he really didn't have to stay underground anymore but he said that he didn't mind and that he didn't want to take up the room from anywhere else in the building. Which, I kinda get.
I put an ad in the paper so we could start hiring people today. It might prove to be interesting since neither Angel or I are really people people. There was also the problem where we hadn't come up with a name yet. That might be one of the first things chat about in the morning.
Walked into our place first thing in the morning. Angel had spent his first night here last night. The construction crew were redoing the wood floors. Thought I spot the big guy in the back by the kitchen area. Things looked like they were coming into place pretty quick. When you had an anal retentive vampire supervising you, you tended to move quickly. "Morning." I said behind Angel and the contractor. And I took a sip of my coffee.
The first thing that we decided to do was look for the right place and the right location. We wanted it to be busy but not so busy we couldn't keep up with it. 'Cause if we wouldn't be able to keep up, what would be the fun in owning a bar? Henry set us up with a real estate agent but after a few hours we decided to not bother with using one. They were pretty much more annoying than anything else. After telling them our price range and what we were looking for they continued to show us shit that we'd never be interested in a million years. I kinda had this certain look that I was going for and Angel just wanted it to be cheap. Even though I told him that money really wasn't an issue. So we found it. It's very old school Hollywood/art decoish. It had been sitting vacant for probably twenty years.
That's when we had to find a contractor. Angel took care of that stuff and I told him that I just wanted to give some input like where the bars were gonna be and a small stage and stuff like that. So, the building is two floors. The first floor has all the game type stuff. Big screen tvs, a fooseball table, a couple of pool tables, a bar of course and one gigantic juke box that Angel insisted had Barry Manilow on it. That was the first real fight that we had on the place. Until we decided that he could be in charge of the lower floor and I could be in charge of the upper floor. My floor was more loungey. There was a small stage, a bar of course, lots of really plush comfy couches and chairs. More what you'd think a swanky speak easy would be like. At least that was the look I was going for. Then there is a roof where people that smoke can do that and for people that want air and stuff. There's gonna be a mini-bar up there with just the basics.
Since we decided that we also needed to have something besides alcohol we are having a small kitchen put in. We're gonna serve basic bar type food with some extra special yums on the menu occasionally. Also, the basement is going to be part storage area and part Angel's apartment. I told him that he really didn't have to stay underground anymore but he said that he didn't mind and that he didn't want to take up the room from anywhere else in the building. Which, I kinda get.
I put an ad in the paper so we could start hiring people today. It might prove to be interesting since neither Angel or I are really people people. There was also the problem where we hadn't come up with a name yet. That might be one of the first things chat about in the morning.
Walked into our place first thing in the morning. Angel had spent his first night here last night. The construction crew were redoing the wood floors. Thought I spot the big guy in the back by the kitchen area. Things looked like they were coming into place pretty quick. When you had an anal retentive vampire supervising you, you tended to move quickly. "Morning." I said behind Angel and the contractor. And I took a sip of my coffee.