sippin' on a warm wine coo-ler Who: Patrick, OPEN [What up Resistance people] What: Order a drink, Make an order for something else... The dice fall as they may. When: Tuesday, Early evening into the wee night hours Where: a Skin in LA, one of them if there are more than one, the one if there is only one Warnings: hotness. Will edit as necessary.
Patrick had seen a lot of stigma thrown at the reincarnate community over the years. When he was younger it seemed better to be quiet and stay out of the way when it came down to it. Better than people didn't know. After some time though, you realize that even if anyone threw anything your way, you are Famine, you are one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, so honestly, you shouldn't have to worry about it. That was what had convinced him to try and step into the community just over a week ago.
He probably wouldn't have given it as much thought if he didn't work at Skin. Something about the place had just pulled him in not long after he'd gotten his mixology license. It, honestly, was in part nudging from Famine. He'd be somewhere completely different with his life if not for him. Either dead or a doctor. Welp.
This time he has cleaning up the bar so it's ready to open is nice, he thought. Nothing says introspection like wiping down a bar. And you know what- tonight feels like it's gonna be special. Just before opening up the bar for the evening, he went back to his locker in the back room and took off his shirt, tucking it away in there.
An extra treat for anyone who comes in looking for a view. This was a strip joint, after all.
The club is open now and he is ready to open your tab.