Who; Key Issacs & Open. When; Monday, December 8th. 7:00pm. Where; Loralie's Pub. Summary; Key's tending bar as is usual for a weekday. Rating/Warnings; Key is rather unpredictable so...well we'll have to see.
Key bobbed his head along with the pulsing beat of the music filtering throughout the packed club. The bar was completely full, people pressed tightly together as they attempted to shout their order's at him and Nicky, another guy holding the bar with him tonight. It was freezing outside and raining yet the place was still teeming with people. Like the majority of places in Innovo, it had steadily began getting more and more crowded every night. People were so abuzz about the Fruitful Law that it affected just about everything they did. The pub was especially full of people tonight, a week before the law would officially be put into place. From the few hours he had already been here, Key had heard a good portion of people talking about a 'last hurrah' and their 'last chance to be free' before they were paired off with some stranger. From the drunken state some of them were in he could see they were taking that quite seriously.
Key wasn't even trying to think about it. The thought of being married off to some woman, to be permanently tied to someone else...just imaging it made him want to hyperventilate. No, he was going to enjoy himself and pretend that nothing was happening, the only reason they were so crowded was because people had heard far and wide about his amazing bartending. And the women had heard about his good looks and wanted to see him themselves. Yeah, that was it. There was no other reason.
He snorted, shaking his head as an obviously very drunk guy almost tripped over the bars of the balcony upstairs, shouting about 'life being too short' and offering 'mind blowing' sexual experiences to the people below. The resulting cheer he got from the crowd (which was more out of amusement than anything else) seemed to spur him on. With a wide grin, he threw a leg over the balcony and his friends quickly ran to grab him and pull him back before he fell over.
Placing two shot glasses in front of a pretty blond girl leaning against the bar, one who had kept thickly lined eyes on him for the past five minutes, he filled one with 'Hot Damn' schnapps and the other with peppermint, making sure to twirl the bottles for a little pizazz. Smirking at her, he pushed the glasses towards her and watched as she quickly downed both, deliberately licking her lips and returning his smirk with one of her own. Oh, he liked this one. Taking a step back, he slipped his light blue jacket from his shoulders and tossed it somewhere beneath the bar, giving her a wink as he did so. He opened his mouth to ask her what her name was when another girl, one he could on guess was a friend of her's, grabbed her arm and began tugging her towards one of the staircases. He couldn't help but pout and she disappeared into the crowd, the press of people still waiting for their own drinks obscuring her from his sight. He was still cursing his luck when he caught sight of her now at the top of the staircase, throwing him a slow wink. He grinned. Oh yes, he was going to keep an eye out for that one later.
He felt a sharp jab at his shoulder. "Oi! Keep you head in your work!" Nicky's thick Irish brogue pulled him out of his fantasies and he shot the dark haired man a sheepish look, shrugging.
"Sorry man, I couldn't help it!"
"You never can." The other man snorted and went back to serving drinks. Glancing back at the staircase once more, Key went back to doing his own work. There were orders coming from all sides, shouting the names of drinks he only half understood but he nodded anyway. The music was lower than it was upstairs but it was still thrumming through him and there were women everywhere. This was why he loved Mondays.