ookawa (ookawa) wrote in nearside_rpg, @ 2010-01-07 06:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: liam bardou, character: river kobayashi, location: darwin's bar, player: trey, player: zanne, status: incomplete |
Who: River and Liam
What: Servicing
When: Evening.
Rating: PG-13/NSFW for sexual innuendo, nothing explicit.
It was a fairly quiet night at Darwin's. At least, it was by River's standards. Her detractors would say that she lacked any sense of standards, but she often found herself with unusually high ones. The music had to be loud, the alcohol had to be strong and the person pressed up against her had to be hot. Darwin's was lacking all the above. Bland pop music filtered in from behind the bar, courtesy of this shift's bartender, and she had yet to have a drink. They did not allow the staff to sample the goods, although River tried to sneak a shot or two on break. She also tended to sample freely of the patronage, although the old men she had been serving tonight gave her no such inclinations as yet.
The tight-assed bartender on duty was not willing to pour out the back, as it were, so she was annoyingly sober. It made her more than a little surly with the old men. If she had not flashed them the last time she brought drinks, she was sure her tip would have been minuscule at best. As she was going by the bar to pick up the last few rounds for the old fellows, the stick-up-bum behind the counter indicated a table in the corner. River looked at the bartender in askance, because it was not her table to serve. When the bartender mimed breaking something, River rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue before flouncing off.
Just because the dude's server was on break did not mean that she wanted to pick up the table. For one, she would not be receiving any of the tip. For another, she had her hands full of the tables she was already serving, and the old men already had their hands full of her ass. She did not want to pander to another fellow tonight, not unless she was getting paid or laid. A quick glance to the clock behind the bar, hidden from the customers but necessary for the employees, told her that she had only fifteen minutes until she was off shift. This pacified her enough to get her through passing out the drinks at the practically six feet under table.
Tugging on the hem of her shirt, she lowered the bust line a precious inch. It was precious only because it made all the difference between legality and public indecency. Satisfied with her alterations, she set off to shock another customer. Maybe if she did it right, the customer would leave while their server was still on break and River could collect the gratuity. With that goal in mind, River accosted yet another fine citizen of Nearside. As she neared the table, she thought her night was beginning to look up. His clothes were finely constructed, River always had an eye on fashion, and fit him well. The body concealed beneath the clothes interested her more. The smile that she had pasted on her face from the moment she came on shift turned suggestive and a touch wicked in the corners. "Sir," she asked, "Is there anything that I could do for you this evening?"