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The Players: Xander Harris
Where: Chicago
When: January 24, 2009
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Weirdness begins, and mystery people are seen.
Xander raced down the street. His bike had totally died on him that morning and he was in a major rush. He had to get there on time.
He raced down the stairs and entered the building.
“Xander…you’re late. Again.”
“Sorry Mr. McClaren. My bike died on me this morning and I couldn’t get a taxi. Had to run all the way here.”
The owner and bartender of the small bar nodded and smiled. “Clock in, I’ll let it slide this time. But only because the women around here like you.”
“It’s the eye patch,” Xander said taking off his jacket. “We use it to scare the customers that hit on them into behaving.”
He went to the back and put his stuff in his locker, his co-worker Mary is on a bench tying her shoes.
“What up Sergant Fury,” she looks up at the clock. “You’re late again.”
“Bike died again.”
“Need to invest in a car there Xand,” she said standing up and grabbing her apron.
“On a bartender’s salary? Don’t make much on tips despite my friendly face and rocking body.”
Later that night…
The best thing about working at this bar was that despite it being a bar, it reminded Xander of the bar from Cheers. Friendly neighborhood bar. A lot of regulars. And with it being across the street from a health club, they got a lot of people who just worked off some pounds looking to throw back a few.
Xander people watched as he tended the bar. Mostly guys in their late 20s hitting on young women. Some had grace and style when they were flirting. Others, mostly the muscle bound monkey’s from the health club, were obnoxious jerks. Yet, they still got dates and numbers from them.
This frightened and worried Xander about the sanity of the women around here to fall for it. Because they were complete tools.
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Where: Chicago
When: January 24, 2009
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Weirdness begins, and mystery people are seen.
Xander raced down the street. His bike had totally died on him that morning and he was in a major rush. He had to get there on time.
He raced down the stairs and entered the building.
“Xander…you’re late. Again.”
“Sorry Mr. McClaren. My bike died on me this morning and I couldn’t get a taxi. Had to run all the way here.”
The owner and bartender of the small bar nodded and smiled. “Clock in, I’ll let it slide this time. But only because the women around here like you.”
“It’s the eye patch,” Xander said taking off his jacket. “We use it to scare the customers that hit on them into behaving.”
He went to the back and put his stuff in his locker, his co-worker Mary is on a bench tying her shoes.
“What up Sergant Fury,” she looks up at the clock. “You’re late again.”
“Bike died again.”
“Need to invest in a car there Xand,” she said standing up and grabbing her apron.
“On a bartender’s salary? Don’t make much on tips despite my friendly face and rocking body.”
Later that night…
The best thing about working at this bar was that despite it being a bar, it reminded Xander of the bar from Cheers. Friendly neighborhood bar. A lot of regulars. And with it being across the street from a health club, they got a lot of people who just worked off some pounds looking to throw back a few.
Xander people watched as he tended the bar. Mostly guys in their late 20s hitting on young women. Some had grace and style when they were flirting. Others, mostly the muscle bound monkey’s from the health club, were obnoxious jerks. Yet, they still got dates and numbers from them.
This frightened and worried Xander about the sanity of the women around here to fall for it. Because they were complete tools.
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