Who: Annie and Julian What: Catching Annie just before the bar opens When: Afternoon/evening, Jan. 4, 2014 Where: Pour Judgement, near the edges of the Rails Warnings: None yet Status: Ongoing
She'd only been at it for a couple weeks, but so far to Annie it seemed like Pour Judgement was doing well. Everyone who used to know Dan's Drinking Hole as the sort of place to go if you wanted Salmonella... well, they were coming around. The place was now clean, the drinks were on the up and up, and the music was good.
Some of her customers were still Dan's old regulars, but their grumbling was getting dimmer with each day. If they wanted their old dank, disgusting bar back, they could just go somewhere else. Annie wasn't into that kind of mess. She wanted somewhere safe and happy. And in that vein, she was grinning when she saw the boxes sitting out front when she arrived a few hours early or the day. Her cameras were here.
They weren't for anything insidious. She wanted her customers and her employees to feel like they could be free to do what they wanted, but also know that she had their back. She wanted to make sure that if a girl or guy ever felt threatened in her bar she could see what happened. It was also why she'd bought some pretty amazing swizzle sticks that were going to be coming in on the next shipment. They'd cost a pretty penny to use them, but if any of the bartenders were suspicious about a girl and her drink they were welcome to use them.
The bar doors were open which meant people could wander in freely. But Annie was focused on setting up the first camera, standing on top of the bar itself while affixing a camera to the support beam that ran over the top, scribbled on with the signatures of anyone who'd arrived the first night she was open. Her top, which was her present from Kasper and modified into a tank top, was riding up against her sides while she reached above her head, and her arms were starting to protest all of this work. She wasn't a gym rat; this was a bit much, they said.