Who: Gabe, Open What: Karaoke night When: 8.27.12, Evening Where: Dead Until Dark Warning: TBD
He wasn't looking as put-together as usual, though. Clad in a thin black t-shirt that had smudges of dust and darker patches of sweat, his hair was unruly, his hands covered in dirt and grease. Anyone walking into the bar would probably be able to work out why. It was hotter inside than it was in the parking lot, and considering it was August in DC that was saying something.
The AC unit had packed in and of course no one could (or would) come out to Dead Until Dark to fix it. Not for three days or so. Gabe had done all he could, but the bitch just wouldn't come back to life. He'd given up and was now sitting stuffing a burger into his mouth, glass of cold Coke at his elbow. He was tempted to close the kitchen for the night - no one would be likely to want hot food, and it was just making it even warmer in the bar, having the grills going.
Right now the lights over the stage and the karaoke machine were dark. It was early enough that no one was drunk enough to get up and sing, and Gabe would take any break from hot electrics that he could. He couldn't afford to close the bar for the night, but anything that kept the temperature a little cooler was welcomed. Glaring at nothing in particular, he took a long drink of his coke, growling softly. Papa bear was Not Happy. Approach at your own risk.