|Jasper John Mason (istartthefire) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2012-05-14 09:56:00
|Entry tags:||jj allen, may 2012, nico spinelli|
Who Nico and J.J.
Where Le J.J.'s bar
When Sunday afternoon
Rating Beers and swears?
J.J. didn't actually bartend often anymore, but when he did
he drank Dos Equis he did on a Sunday. Everyone wanted off Sunday, most weeks anyway. He didn't see the appeal of Sundays. Everyone and their mom was out and about and in his way. He took his days off in the middle of the week. Ever go grocery shopping mid-week? Shit's deader than a tomb.
Someone was coming to cover the later shifts, but for the afternoon, he had gotten a sitter for the kids, shipped Mary-Beth off to the spa for a few hours, and was spending his afternoon in a mostly empty bar. Empty except for this guy who happened to just waltz in and distract him from his channel surfing. (Hey it was his bar, and no one was there to stop him from watching cartoons.) Not that Nico was going to judge him on that or anything, "Hey man. Grab a seat. Whatchoo in for?"