You don't have to go home but you can't stay here Who: Autumn and Graham Where: The Owl's Nest When: Late evening
Originally the visit to The Owl's Nest in the afternoon was meant to simply be a for a quick bite to eat and maybe a mixed drink or two. That quickly snowballed into people bitching about the only bartender for the night calling out sick, which then resulted in everyone looking towards Graham's direction while he sat there enjoying his meal. He and Isaiah had agree on Fridays and Saturdays being his primary working days, and honestly Graham was happy just that. The amount of money he made in tips alone on the last Friday he worked was still supporting him to that day. But now there were people begging for him to work that Monday night, seeing there was no one else. It took a bit for Graham to give in, but when one of the waitresses offered to pay for his lunch, he was completely sold.
And Mondays, as Graham quickly found out, were lame as hell for a bartender. He tried desparately to keep himself entertained by making random creations and offering them to those who were willing. Even a few waitresses took some sips of what he had to offer. There was probably something in the rules about not drinking on the job, but a little sip wasn't going to hurt anyone. It was also a miracle that he didn't spill anything over his attire, which happened to be all white slacks and a button down along with a red vest and tie. Not really what he had in mind to wear for mixing drinks, but at least he could pull the sleeves back.
By the time it came to close up for the night, Graham loosened his tie a bit and undid the first couple of buttons at the top. He jumped onto the counter top and sat there while sipping on his own concoction of gin and dry vermouth. While relaxing he began looking around the interior and watched a few of the other workers cleaning up. For the most part Graham was done and ready to leave, but was unable to until everyone else was ready. His brown eyes continued to wander, finally settling upon the hostess by the front. He had nodded to her briefly when he originally came in that afternoon, and glanced on over to her now and then when the bar slowed down. Now he was able to give her his fully undivided attention. Smiling to himself, Graham took another sip from his drink and continued to gaze upon her.