Sydney "Syd" Martin (ex_notevenfa89) wrote in undergroundcity, @ 2012-05-20 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ▲NNYC, ♀ sydney martin, ♂ dextor johnson |
Who: Syd & Dex
What: Screwing aroundTaking care of the bar.
Where: The club/bar that they co-own in NNYC.
When: Saturday - late afternoon/early evening before it opens.
Rating: PG-13? (IDEK)
Status: Incomplete
Man, this place looked like shit after last night.
Or maybe she was having a moment of perfectionism. They weren't often and the few times they did happen, they were generally contained inside her own head. Maybe it was her business senses tingling, you couldn't do business like this... Well, you could, maybe make it a theme night, a toss back to the history of the earlier years of bars and... No, not tonight. They'd save the 1990s garage grunge theme for some night when her and Dex were both really trashed and didn't want to deal with taking care of shit.... Which would probably be never, but it was good to have a back up plan.
Really, the bar wasn't bad. Syd would need to move a table into the back, let Dex fix it while she worked on other things. They'd both need to wipe down all the tables and counters, sweep the floors, change a couple light bulbs over the dance floor. One or two of the bulbs in the colored lights had gone out, Syd had noticed the night before.
Thankfully every thing was closed down right now, the shudders pulled on the windows, so both Syd and Dex were free to use their powers if they needed to.... Which meant Syd would be using her powers and Dex might be laughing at her and making she-hulk jokes.
A case of Jack would need to be brought up, it was a big seller. Why? She never understood, it was a pretty crummy alcohol. If you were gonna introduce poison to your system, at least let it be a nice aged sipping whiskey, you know, the kind that left a warmth and a tingle, not a burn and a funny face. A few drums of the beer they had on tap would need to be pulled up from the seller. However, first things first were the tables. A dirty floor could somewhat be ignored, hell, even the booze to a degree could be ignored if people knew it was coming, but the tables couldn't. If a table was broken or sticky, it would be noticed fast and would turn patrons off.
Glancing around, Syd went over, checking that the windows and doors were locked up and all view into the building blocked off before leaning down and grabbing the table in one hand and hauling it into the back rooms.
" 'nother one for ya if ya done screwin' off yet." Syd smirked, as she moved to offer him the table easily, a bit of teasing present in her voice and clearly visible in the smirk. He was the technical skills guy after all, right? He should be able to fix it. Though really, she knew he was just as busy as she was, taking care of this place took a lot of work, even if it had a lot (a lot) of return.