Max Beckett (tothe_max) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-01-11 11:04:00 |
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Who: Max Beckett (Grumpy) and Benjamin Shaw (Doc)
What: Working, and butting heads
Where: Aesop's Tables pool hall
When: Forward-dated to Saturday night, since Ben's off work tonight?
Another Saturday night doubles' tournament meant the bar was busy as hell. Brodie had called in sick, which Max knew was code for either a hangover he couldn't shake, or a booty call from Candice. Either way, his co-bartender in crime wasn't coming in, so Max was a bit more on edge than usual. He wanted to keep things going smoothly, and get the big crowd tended to as quickly as possible. The waitresses were juggling food orders, keeping the kitchen busy, too. On nights like this, Max wished he wasn't one of the most senior members of the service staff. He had to keep barking orders to keep the waitresses on their toes. Bunch of amateurs. They'd been working here for at least a couple of months, but they still didn't have the routine down.
"Max," said Stacy, appearing at the corner of the large square bar with patrons seated all around. "The guy at table 16 wants a Lunchbox"
"Is that the drink or the shot, Darlin?" he asked, tersely. She'd left out vital information, and he'd give her bonus points if she'd actually thought to ask the guy about it.
"Oh." So much for wishful thinking on his part. "I didn't ask him. I don't know."
"Well you bloody well better find out before you bring his order to me, Stacy." Max wasn't in the mood for blonde moments. From anyone. Stacy retreated to the table to find out what the gentleman wanted -- to actually do her job correctly, and Max wiped the annoyed look off of his face, turning to smile at the pretty girl seated right in front of him, who hadn't gotten the chance to order yet.
"And what can I make for you?" he asked, turning on the fake charm that came so easily to him.