Bartender
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Post by Bex Brekker on Sept 12, 2024 15:03:27 GMT |
Post by Jude Hackett on Sept 13, 2024 1:09:25 GMT
Jude was nursing a massive hangover. He woke up twenty minutes past the start of his shift. He could've slept longer, but was woken up to a smarting pain on his cheek. Quinn, his younger sister, had slapped the absolute shit out of him. He had shot up, cupping his cheek, jaw slack open in surprise. All she muttered under her breath was, "You wouldn't wake up to anything else..." before turning on her heels out of his messy pit of a room. He had sat there dazed, with a barely smoked cigarette having burnt a hole in his sheets.
Now here he was, black hair messy on top of his head, bags under his eyes, a pulsating headache, and a throbbing red cheek. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom, he almost could clearly make out the outline of her hand. His mood should have been more sour under the circumstances, but a greasy bag of heaven sat on the desk in front of him, anyone asked him and he could swear he it was accompanied by a whole choir of angels. "Thank you for this bountiful meal," he uttered reverently with eyes closed. Opening his eyes, he dug into the bag with a renewed fervor. He had had to check in a few guests and may have gotten mildly chewed out for his tardiness. By now it was lukewarm at best, mostly cold in other parts. He was too lazy to find means to warm it up. Without a care in the world, a moan escaped his lips as he dug into a burger.
Jude's eyes were closed again, chewing absently as he willed away his hangover somewhere far far away. He felt he was making some progress until the bell rung. His eyes shot open feverishly. Dropping his succulent burger onto the front desk, he shot forward with both hands, clamping down on the bell.
"No.. no.. none of that please," he whined, irritation coated every word as he glared at the perpetrator until his brain caught up with what he was seeing and realized it was Bex. His gaze immediately softened. He liked her, she was chill. With a mouthful of burger, he had the sense to look at her sheepishly, "Aw man, my bad, Bex," Softly, he released the iron grip he had on the bell, and swallowed.
"I hear that bell in my sleep, I swear to God," he snorted as he dug into his bag and fished out a cold fry, "Modern day torture device, honestly,"
He visibly relaxed, popping a fry in his mouth and immediately going back for seconds. This time his hand emerged with a good ten fries, shoving them into his mouth.
"I don't know if I would say interesting," he sighed, something long and defeated.
He leaned forward, picking his burger back up and taking a bite, speaking as he chewed, "Checked in some guy with handcuffs hanging outta his bag, close to your room I think," He waved his burger through the air as he spoke, "If you have noise complaints, I don't wanna hear it. Dude could hands down beat my ass,"
Jude glanced at his bag, offering it up over the desk to Bex, "Fries?"
"Don't say no. This is an honor!" he winked and laughed as he tore into the last bites of his burger.
Bex Brekker
Now here he was, black hair messy on top of his head, bags under his eyes, a pulsating headache, and a throbbing red cheek. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom, he almost could clearly make out the outline of her hand. His mood should have been more sour under the circumstances, but a greasy bag of heaven sat on the desk in front of him, anyone asked him and he could swear he it was accompanied by a whole choir of angels. "Thank you for this bountiful meal," he uttered reverently with eyes closed. Opening his eyes, he dug into the bag with a renewed fervor. He had had to check in a few guests and may have gotten mildly chewed out for his tardiness. By now it was lukewarm at best, mostly cold in other parts. He was too lazy to find means to warm it up. Without a care in the world, a moan escaped his lips as he dug into a burger.
Jude's eyes were closed again, chewing absently as he willed away his hangover somewhere far far away. He felt he was making some progress until the bell rung. His eyes shot open feverishly. Dropping his succulent burger onto the front desk, he shot forward with both hands, clamping down on the bell.
"No.. no.. none of that please," he whined, irritation coated every word as he glared at the perpetrator until his brain caught up with what he was seeing and realized it was Bex. His gaze immediately softened. He liked her, she was chill. With a mouthful of burger, he had the sense to look at her sheepishly, "Aw man, my bad, Bex," Softly, he released the iron grip he had on the bell, and swallowed.
"I hear that bell in my sleep, I swear to God," he snorted as he dug into his bag and fished out a cold fry, "Modern day torture device, honestly,"
He visibly relaxed, popping a fry in his mouth and immediately going back for seconds. This time his hand emerged with a good ten fries, shoving them into his mouth.
"I don't know if I would say interesting," he sighed, something long and defeated.
He leaned forward, picking his burger back up and taking a bite, speaking as he chewed, "Checked in some guy with handcuffs hanging outta his bag, close to your room I think," He waved his burger through the air as he spoke, "If you have noise complaints, I don't wanna hear it. Dude could hands down beat my ass,"
Jude glanced at his bag, offering it up over the desk to Bex, "Fries?"
"Don't say no. This is an honor!" he winked and laughed as he tore into the last bites of his burger.
Bex Brekker