ofcraftsmanship (ofcraftsmanship) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-03-08 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, ♥ amelia murphy : dropped, ♥ joel garrity : dropped, ♦ goibhniu, ♦ selene |
Who: Joel/Goibhniu and OPEN
What: Stocking up for a week from Saturday
When: Early Thursday evening
Where: L'Ambassadeur pub
The worst thing about the upcoming St. Patrick's Day celebrations - besides it being on a Saturday, that was - was that it was coming in almost on the heels of the recent riots. Joel checked the storeroom with a rueful shake of his head. Not that he was in the least bit worried about any potential trouble - he could deal with that himself, after all - but he could really do without having to refurbish the pub again just yet. Business had been excellent, after all, but he'd only just started to make a real profit after overhauling the place.
He looked at the sheaf of papers in his hand. Delivery notes, detailing how he was stocking up for the coming siege. He grinned to himself. They thought they knew how to drink. How to celebrate. No human was worth spit when it came to a worthy ale consumption.
No, it really wasn't going to be a problem at all, he thought as he shut the door and made his way back to the bar, calling a greeting to the kitchen staff as he passed the door. He was sorted. More ale to arrive over the coming week, enough food to see them through and a new delivery of glassware to cover both increased trade and the inevitable increase in breakages. That was to be expected.
There were just two things he would NOT put up with.
Under no circumstances would any of his staff be serving green Guinness. Neither would they be drawing shamrocks in the heads. But more than that... oh so much more than that.
ANYONE referring to "St. Patty" would be on the receiving end of his boot. Or his fist, depending on what he was doing if he heard it uttered.
But so long as everyone stuck to those two simple, perfectly acceptable rules of the house, they'd all get along perfectly fine. Or the recent riots would have NOTHING on his own exercise in house cleaning.
Satisfied that all was as it should be, he took his place behind the bar and raised an eyebrow in query to the nearest customer. "What can I get you?"