Who: Pipp and Harlow When: Dec. 27th, evening Where: The Fort What: Pipp is bar tending, and meets a new friend! Rating: Low. Status: In progress.
Pipp was having a fun time adjusting to his new job.
Sure, he had bar tended for ages. However, that was back before the Nightmare plague hit, so he bar tended at human bars and pubs in the human world, and faerie bars and pups in the faerie world. But a faerie pub in the human world? Nope.
More recently, he was used to bar tending at human bars, so the Fort was a bit of a change. Here, faeries were free to be their true selves. Pipp was free to show his true colors - green. His skin was now tinted a pale green, and his eyes danced like bright green flames. His hair was a shocking bright red that stood out against the dark polished wood of the bar.
Pipp was also serving for faeries now, and not humans. He didn't have to try and hide his odd behavior - not that he really did around humans, actually. Most humans thought he was a bit strange, except for the few that appreciated his talent for making their boring days a lot less boring.
In some ways, bar tending for faeries now was very bittersweet. Pipp was almost happy that there were so many faeries now where he lived. Almost. When he would remember that the reason for them being there was because of the Nightmare plague, then he would also remember the news of the deaths of his parents and so many of his friends - including his best friend back home.
Then he would usually just take a shot.
That was one of the fantastic things about working in a bar. He was going to have to make sure to take it out of his own tab, though. His tab could get quite expensive. He knew that one of his co-workers - Kristen - disliked it when the other bar tenders drank too much without paying. Luckily, Pipp did not have much of an attachment to human currency. It was just paper. No, he preferred faerie gold.
Pipp was a little tipsy, but he was in good spirits. After all, faerie alcohol was a hell of a lot stronger and more delicious than the human stuff he was getting used to over the years. It was exciting to him to work with so many faerie wines and liquors that he hadn't gotten to touch in a few years.
He was laughing with the patrons of the bar and having a good time, preparing drinks. He had just finished mixing a drink of whisky, honey, and sugar for an especially sweet-toothed pixie that was sitting on the bar - literally. She was six inches tall, so the drink was prepared in a tiny thimble-sized container. He placed the tiny drink by her and she eagerly began lapping it up. "I think you're going to have trouble flying tonight if you drink any more than that!" Pipp laughed. "Better make sure you have a designated flyer home." That was a pretty bad joke and not a single faerie there got it. Mortal humor could sometimes wear off on him.