Entry tags:

damien thorn

Who; Alison, Open
What; She's working
Where; The Ship & Anchor, aka the bar that she managed to get hired at
When; Late evening
Rating; TBD

Since finding herself in Colligo she'd managed to eat her weight in really crappy mall food (which was definitely her new favorite thing in the world) and in the end it got her nowhere but with a bad fast food addiction, one hell of a stomach ache and no money. So when she was offered a job serving drinks at a dive bar she'd happened upon one night she took it. The owner said she looked sweet enough to bring the men in but looked like she wouldn't take any shit either. She didn't much know what to make of that but it was a job that paid her cash at the end of every shift and Bill wasn't one to ask too many questions. So she settled into the life of bartender easily, picked up how to make the drinks quickly (not that it was the kind of place where people ordered anything that fancy).

She still had nightmares though, she was almost certain she always would. She found a gun and kept it under her pillow while she tried to sleep. And even now, making small talk with one of the regulars she was more than alert. Always expecting them, always expecting metal. She wondered if she would ever get used to it, a world that turned the way it was supposed, where people didn't die left, right and center. She somehow doubted it. She'd been a soldier since she was still a kid, and those were the kind of habits that never died.

She refilled the customer's glass with the dark beer on tap and slid it across the table to him with a bit of a smile and wink. The jukebox in the corner played some song that seemed vaguely familiar that she figured she must heard someone singing over the years. It was an easy life, a life she could maybe get used to.