Chuck Bass is a mother chucker (cbasshole) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-12 17:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, chuck bass, tyler lockwood |
Who: Chuck Bass and Tyler Lockwood
When: Recent!
What: Job Interview
Where: Victrola
Warnings/Ratings: Low/None
Status: Complete
The opening of Victrola was approaching fast. He had the majority of his staff in place. All his dancers had been hired and had gotten the routines down. They were still rehearsing of course, most of the solo routines he wasn’t as worried about but the group ones? They had to be in sync, not even a millisecond off from each other. Chuck required perfection at his club.
However he was still hiring bartenders. He had a few already, mostly women but he figured he should diversify his staff a bit more. So today he was interviewing some men.
The interview with Tyler Lockwood started out like most others. Tyler prepared some drinks Chuck tasted them and they were all to his liking. For the people he knew weren’t getting the job this was usually where he ended the interview. Obviously that wasn’t the case with Tyler. “Now, if someone asks for a recommendation what would you make them?”
Tyler had never needed to work before. His parents had always covered his cost of living, even when he had been away from school. But this time, his father had made it very clear that so long as Tyler could live at home, he wouldn’t be paying for an apartment, and Tyler had no intention of living at home any longer. And if he was going to work, being a bartender at a strip - sorry, “burlesque” - club was way better than selling hockey equiptment to teenagers and their parents.
Making drinks had been pretty easy. He had made more than enough drinks in his time at Duke, both highballs and some girly drinks for the girls he’d bring home. But the actual interview process made Tyler a little nervous. He’d made sure to dress professionally in slacks, a dress shirt, and he’d even put on a tie.
“I guess I’d ask them what kind of drinks they liked first,” Tyler said after a moment’s thought. “If they just wanted a high ball you can’t go wrong with a rum and coke. If they wanted a girly drink I guess I’d probably go for a vodka seven or a porn star.”
His answer satisfied Chuck enough, particularly the asking what the customer was interested in first. It was all about pleasing them. “Go ahead and make them.” His favorite part of the interview process was tasting the drinks.
“Why do you want to work here?” he raised a brow watching carefully as Tyler prepared the drinks.
It didn’t take long for Tyler to make the drinks. The vodka seven and the rum and coke were both easy - everything he needed was right there on the gun. The porn star took a little longer to make, as he needed to find the Bols Blue and the Raspberry Sourpus on the back shelves and pour out a shot of each, and he presented the purple drink with a bit of a flourish.
If Tyler had been to more job interviews, he might have had something prepared for the question of ‘why do you want to work here.’ As it was, he floundered for a moment. He had a feeling ‘I need a job and watching half-naked girls dance while I make some money seemed like as good a job as any’ wouldn’t exactly cut it. But if living with Richard Lockwood, an expert at being a friendly, kind family man to the public eye, had taught him anything, it was how to bullshit on his feet, even if it was a skill he prefered not to use. “I play a lot of sports, so I was hoping for a job where I could work as part of a team. I’ve always heard bartenders tended to function as a team, so I thought it would be a good fit.”
Chuck would have not been pleased if Tyler had given his first answer. That would have been the end of the interview. He was well aware of the perks that came with the job. However advertising that, or having his employees oggle the dancers all the time was not acceptable. His team answer was acceptable although Chuck could tell her pulled that off the top of his head. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. People tended to say all sorts of things to bartenders and being able to think on your feet and have a quick and appropriate response was certainly a quality he wanted in his bartenders.
“What sports?” Chuck asked before trying the drinks Tyler had just prepared. It honestly didn’t matter what sports he played but since Tyler had brought it up.
“Football mostly,” Tyler said. “I used to play basketball in high school. Still do when I can get some guys together to play a game. Do you play anything?”
Chuck play sports? That was almost laughable. He had been too busy being groomed to run his father’s company and of course failing the old man. And of course partying whenever he had the chance. Sports were never on his radar. That had always been Nate’s thing. “No,” he simply replied. He wasn’t about to get into what he had done with his time with a potential employee. “What does your schedule look like?” Chuck knew he was in college, but he did need to know how much time he would be available to work.
“I’m free evenings and weekends,” Tyler said. He hadn’t quite made his way onto the football team yet, but he already knew that most of the practice took place during the days. “I might need some evenings off for games, but most evenings are open.” And besides, it gave him a chance to avoid going home until after his father was already asleep.
That worked out fine for Chuck. He didn’t plan on having the club open much during the day time. It wasn’t some dirty strip club for men to escape to in the middle of the day. No, Victrola had class. “I’ll need about those two weeks in advance,” Chuck replied. Sports teams did give their players some notice, right? He would assume as much.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Tyler said. When it came to playoff time it was a lot harder to know his schedule given that he wouldn’t know if they played until after they’d won some games, but he figured he could always book them off in advance and then tell Chuck if he was able to work after all. “I can give you the season schedule when I start.” Maybe he hadn’t been hired yet, but he’d always heard job interviews were chosen by confidence, and Tyler was full of it.
This guy certainly had confidence. Chuck did appreciate that, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. “We’ll see about that,” he replied with a smirk. “We are just about done here. I’ll be in touch.”