nadezhda ivanova (nadezhda) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-10-24 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | igor karkaroff, nadezhda ivanova |
Who: Igor Karkaroff and Nadezhda Ivanova
When: Sunday night
Where: the Coconut Husk
What: Nadya is checking out her new pub.
Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete
It was a fucking coconut. Nadya glared at the coconut husk in her hand before turning her attention back to the cabinet — which was full of halved coconut shells. She was supposed to serve drinks in these? Nadya wasn't a fan of hard liquor; in fact, she preferred fruity, tropical drinks, which made her a good fit to the island-themed bar, but still. Still! It was a fucking coconut.
Sighing, she put the coconut shell back in its place and got to her feet, deciding to familiarize herself with the alcohol selection instead. There seemed to be plenty of dark liquors behind the bar, which wasn't surprising, considering the locale. And there was a lot of fruit juices tucked away in the small refrigerator, which Nadya was grateful for. She could make this work, she thought. It'd be a stretch — and she didn't doubt that there would be a lot of experimenting, but how hard could it be?
She'd have to get those foolish coconut shells ready to go, however.
Nadya was in the midst of reorganizing — stacking fresh coconut half-shells on the back counter, moving the liquors to make room for a few extra bottles, scraping out the insides of the thicker half-shells to make them more regularly-shaped — when she heard the door to the bar open. A customer?
Oh. Oh.
Pasting on her best customer service smile, Nadya leaned forward, resting her elbows on the bar counter. "Hello. Can I get you something?"