Who: Mal and Claudia Where: Mal's bar When: 6/15/2015 What: More bar stuff Warnings/Rating: TBD Status: Ongoing and Closed
The bar was closed at the moment, the stools up on the counter, the chairs on the table, and the tops over the pool table. It actually looked clean for once, the jukebox was down, the signs turned off for now; in fact, the lights were on bright since there were no windows, and currently Mal was moving around the bar filling the ice.
After the ice was poured in, he began to shift it about, flatten it out, and then went to work putting the freshly cleaned caps onto the draft pours. Clicking them into place, he cracked his neck to the side and let out a breath before wiping his brow. He'd been up since rather early, and he likely would be up to rather late; Mal wasn't always the most intelligent when it came to his sleeping patterns, after all.
It was already warm, and Mal decided to pour himself a glass of the beer, with a tilt in the glass to give the foam a place to drop, then took a drink from the beer, not caring about the time. Setting the glass down, he went back to his paperwork, looking it over on his tablet he was forced to buy a year ago.
Waiting for Claudia to show up and she could help him get the bar up and running for the day.