Who: Hunter Woolf and Natalie Evans What: Working the Bar Where: Pearson's Pub When: Friday January 22 / 2030 - after eight PM Rating: PG
Hunter didn't really like Friday Nights. He did and he didn't... Friday's were when they were most busy at the Pub, Saturday being the second busiest night. Food was being ordered and drinks were being consumed by the many patrons, so it was a good night for business. However, when business was good, that meant that Hunter was busy. Really busy. There was at least two larger groups of people that were ordering round after around of whatever it was they were drinking. The one table, individual drinks, which were always a pain, making every single one to order was something that Hunter actually hated about his job. The other table, ordered pitchers of beer...which was more Hunter's style. Pour, serve. Easy. It wasn't that Hunter disliked his job. He liked it a lot actually, it was more just that Hunter was in a bit of a mood.
One of the servers hadn't come in tonight, calling in 'sick' on a Friday automatically had you on Hunter's bad list and so they were slammed busy short a waitress. This meant that along with pouring drinks Hunter had to go and be mister table buddy, and help pass out food. He hated passing out food. There was always somebody that liked to complain. Finally a few people started to leave...the ones that looked like they had family to go home to, while the others stayed-ones that very well should be going home, but weren't-watching whatever game was up on the screens and continuing to consume their beer, most of them accompanying that with the Wings. Hunter had to admit, Pearsons had good Wings. He started to load up the machine that sanitized the glasses, and once it was full, turned it on. It was good to get cleaned up and ready for the second rush of younger folks that had yet to arrive. There wasn't much to do on the island they all lived on, and part of Hunter wondered again why he didn't leave.
Shaking out of his own head, he sliced up a few limes and tossed them in to the container that had he had them all lined up in, waiting to be shoved in to the necks of the beer bottles that he'd serve. After that he started to polish down the counter, making sure any sloppy drinkers messes were tidied up. He couldn't leave his sister behind, or his mothers. What would they think of him? They'd given him everything they could...leaving wasn't an option. Looking up he smiled through a bit of hair that fell in to his eyes at a patron that had seated themselves down in front of him. "Good evening." he greeted them.