matteo. (adami) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-08-07 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-22 |
Vampire Bartending 101
Who: Matteo and Rose
When: Evening
Where: Heme
Matteo had a system. It was a system centuries in the making and it was generally very simple. A place for everything and everything in its place. So, he really saw no reason as to why he had to come in to work every evening and find that his beautiful, perfect system had been ruined. Someone had de-alphabetized his workspace again. (AGAIN.) At least everything was still arranged according to size, but honestly, Matteo didn't understand how anybody could find anything when it was all out of order.
He muttered quietly under his breath as he set about reorganizing, staring intently at his new little project. He was half tempted to leave some sort of sign expressing his frustration, but he was above those kind of passive aggressive tactics. Instead, Matteo contented himself with the mental image of drowning someone rather messily in the stupid fake blood fountain. Mental-murder complete, as well his alphabetizing, Matteo exhaled through his nose and ran his hands through his hair, considerably calmer. Vampire bar or not, bartenders couldn't look like they were preparing to tear out a customer's throat at any given moment. There had to be some level of class.