el_torro_staas (el_torro_staas) wrote in nearside_rpg, @ 2010-01-05 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ira bosko, character: staas mooren, location: el torro mexican restaurant, player: christina, player: skippy, status: complete |
Who: Staas and anyone who wants a mexican lunch. Or a drink at lunchtime.
When: Lunchtime, Wednesday
Where: El Torro
Rating: Probably G or PG
Summary: Lunch?
Warnings: None. Staas didn't swear once!
Staas shook his head as he entered more numbers into the computer. The restaurant was doing well, though with the cost of the move and the loan and getting true winter gear for the kids and himself, things were going to be a little tight for a while. He could have avoided that by renting from that apartment complex right across the way, but he just fully believed that if the kids couldn't have their own rooms or a yard, then they should at least have more space.
Also, he'd been a bit worried about all the students in the building. He'd been a student once himself (sort of). He was sure the majority of them were fine, decent people, but it only took one idiot to bring trouble down on an entire building.
So here he was, cooking the books and hoping the kids wouldn't notice if he switched to generic cereals for a while. But whatever. It was definitely better than Vegas.
Staas pushed away from the desk with quite a bit of force and stood, stretching himself out. He needed a break. He should really check on the dining area anyway, see how business was doing with their new specials running.
He cracked his knuckles once, and rubbed the back of his neck, then headed out amongst the people, staff and customers alike.
He saw one woman eye him warily as he moved to the bar, looking with disdain at his t-shirt and jeans. Or, more accurately, his exposed ink. He sent her the best smile he could (he needed her to pay the check) and darted his eyes around, counting and watching as he settled against the bar's counter, elbows up. He could see everything from there.