Jack Mercer (notallmyfault) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-03-07 07:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, jack mercer, yuffie kisaragi |
Who: Jack Mercer & Open
What: Drinking
When: 5-7, 2016
Where: Johnny's Saloon
Rating/Warnings: Probably not very high (drinking, smoking, language - are a given since it's Jack)
Status: Open
The bar was a little more packed that even Jack had expected for a late Monday night. Granted the drink specials helped a bit with filling the place up, but the music and hot waitresses didn't hurt either. Still as lively a the saloon was, there was one guy who didn't seem to be very amused. Bartending came naturally to Jackie, since pouring drinks wasn't something too challenging. However handling the books and paperwork that came with running a bar...now that was a whole different thing. Oh Jack had been thrilled when he heard the news from the lawyer, though having been left the place only lessened the pain of losing a good friend a little. Still despite the constant pressure to keep the place afloat he typically wasn't in such a sour mood. Yet the more Jack poured over the monthly receipts the more his frown deepened. At last the young man just had enough, and with a sigh he closed up the ledger and flagged down the nearest waitress.
"Fuck it. Can ya take this shit back to my office and have one of the girls just bring me a bottle of the good shit. Oh and my smoke too, please. Thanks, I think I left em behind the bar again." Jack flashed the woman a small little smile, trying and failing to remember her name as the waitress offered a nod before heading away. He knew he'd have to remember their names one day, but honestly, aside from Sara and the other bartender Mike, well the wait staff had a pretty high turn over rate. To be fair the tips were good, and Jack made sure that the girls were treated well by the patrons. He never did go in for that grabby hand shit. Still working in a punk rock bar was tough on even the peppiest waitress. Waiting for his bottle of whiskey and smokes Jack gestured to another waitress who was by the speak system. With the roll of her eyes and a chuckle she nodded back to the owner before pausing to select the song Jack always wanted to hear when shit wasn't going well. At last his cigarettes, whiskey and a glass were dropped off at the back table, and with a grin Jackie began to pour a shot as The Clash's I Fought the Law began to play in the background.
"Fuck yeah."