Wash & [Open] - 9 p.m.
About an hour after Crowley opened the doors, Wash finally managed to pause long enough to take in the entire bar level, rather than just the few feet around wherever he stood to take a particular drink order. Though it had been busy, he had observed enough to know one thing.
There were a lot of strange people in Los Angeles. Oh, he'd served some strange drinks in his life, but nothing topped what he'd passed out tonight or to whom he had served it to. Still, it was steady pay, if he craned his neck just right he could catches glimpses or outright full views of the lovely woman at the door who was his, all his, and even the strangeness wasn't necessarily indicative of agreeableness.
All in all, there was something to be said for honest work.
Rag in hand, he bent his head over a glass he was shining up just to have something to occupy his hands so he didn't reach for the dinosaurs currently out of view of the customers. He did look up as hands settled onto the bar in his peripheral vision, flashing the patron a smile.
"What'll it be?"
[ooc: I can't continuously thread with everyone who needs a drink ;) but if you'd like Wash to pop into a thread briefly for drink purposes, poke me here with a link. Otherwise just feel free to assume he got your characters' drinks with a smile and his, as he said, 'winning personality' (and probably a funny story if they lingered).]