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Post by :: Drew Walker :: on Aug 3, 2006 19:50:19 GMT
Drew reached into his jeans pocket and fiddled around with the keys that felt so foreign in the palm of his hand. He turned his back to the great mass of a door and leaned his broad shoulderblades against it, sighing heavily. His clear blue eyes looked down to his hands as he flipped the set of three keys over and over in his hands.
He'd been sent the letter from his closest cousin in New York just two weeks ago, offering him the major club across the world as part of the small chain, hosted only int he largest cities of the nation. Drew had never really gotten the true story as to how even his older cousin Kevin had acquired such a profitable opportunity, but at this point it wasn't much of a concern. Drew shoved himself back away from the painted slab and turned back around, staring up at the massive building, well-lit with neon and bright flashy colors that just seemed to hang down over him. First impressions were intimidating, especially with his own personal fear of failing on such an incredible and generous gift from a family member.
Reaching out, Drew's tanned hand fumbled slightly before inserting the key into the lock and turning it to the right, slowly. He stepped forward as he pushed open the door, only to realize that it wouldn't go anywhere, and he backtracked, pulling towards him this time. The heavy thickness of it weighed upon him, and he stepped through sideways, letting it fall closed again behind him, and looking around. A frown creased over his face, setting furrows into his brow, and his lips into a tight line. Kevin hadn't been kidding, everything was prepped for him and ready to go, as if he could host a massive party this very evening. All except for the staff...
He'd grabbed a large stock sheet of cardboard, as incredibly tacky as it was, and wrote his HIRING ALL POSITIONS status on it with black permanent marker. Drew was unsure of how well-know the area was or if there was any interest in the place, but for now, he'd try his first-thought hiring strategy. Taping the cardboard slip to the inside of the bar window, he stood back and looked outward at the view he'd left outside him. The applicants, if there were to be some, would be advised by the sign to come on inside and seek him out. In the meantime, there was work to be done, and even more importantly, his getting acquainted with the place that would surely become home to him here.
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Post by [Benji] A t w o o d on Aug 3, 2006 20:57:42 GMT
Benji walked down the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets, eyes searching the city. It was normal sight to see Benji just walking around the streets of town, nothing to do and no one to talk to. Especially after he got fired from his job. It had two days since Ben had been jobless, and he thought this a good day to go out and try to find something. Unfortunately, not many people would hire him. They would take one look at the application and where it was checked yes under criminal record, and they would decline him on the spot. Actually Benji was getting quite sick of the rejections. Yes, he had spent some time in jail. Yes, he had been involved with a drive by. He was also a good worker. One that would never miss a day off work for anything. Money was just too low to not value a job. Ben looked up to the sun heating up the earth, and wondered why he had picked today to wear jeans.
His footsteps were lenghty and covered a fair amount of ground as he walked. He wasn't walking fast, he was just strolling along, but him being pretty tall, it didn't matter how slow he went. He saw an attractive girl walking toward him, doing a sweep with his eyes, checking her out. He smirked his bad boy smile as she pasted, making her blush and smile back. Benji was just that type of person. He didn't even have to talk to a girl to make her attracted to him. It was just the ladies man air about him. He smiled as he walked further down the street, glad that he was still in the game. Suddenly, he saw a man putting up a cardboard sign in what looked like a new club. Benji went over and read it, sighing with relief as he read the word hiring. He ran his hand through his hair and entered the club.
It was weird to be inside a club when it wasn't jam-packed with people. A big empy room with light stands and speakers all over. It was extremely clean and Benji got the impression that it hadn't even opened yet. He had been conforted by the sign in the window, not looking exactly proffesional. Maybe this gy wouldn't care that he had screwed up in the past. Ben eyed the bar as he walked in, picturing him behind the counter. His last job, he had been a bartender and loved it alot. He got to work with his two favorite things. People and alcohol. It was the perfect job for him. He finally sighted the owner and went up to him, trying to be as casual as he could. It wasn't exactly hard for Benji though.
"I saw the sign outside. I can bartend." He said, getting to the point. He didn't really care for sucking up to bosses or even the meaningless chatter. He just wanted a job, and they both knew it. He didn't come in to chat about the weather or anything.
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Post by :: Drew Walker :: on Aug 4, 2006 14:21:24 GMT
It hadn't even been ten minutes before Drew heard the heavy front doors pull back again. He'd been fussing around behind the bar, restocking the most expensive liquors into the glass casing against the mirrored wall out back of the bar counter. There was no need to take inventory, as his cousin had apparently shipped five bottles of every kind of alcohol he could imagine being created by man, though he would have to make a gigantic spreadsheet of what he had so he could keep track of what needed to be re-ordered when he did open this joint. Drew stood up and rolled his shoulders, groaning, as he'd been bent over forward sorting for awhile now. He studied the newcomer with a smirk pulling up one side of his face and placed one hand on the bar, leaning heavily on it.
He looked like trouble was written all over him, but who was he to judge? He himself had just gotten this gig out of sheer luck and chance, and was as new to any of this as this kid was possibly trouble. I'm new at this, the sign's pretty bad, I know. So you can bartend, huh? Alright, you can make me a kamikaze, and a fun shot for yourself too and show me your stuff. Walking slowly around the edge of the bar, Drew's cool blue eyes were friendly and calm. There was no pressure or tension in the room, and he didn't feel that there was any advantage to running a business like a tyrant. He wanted respect and authority, but also to be looked up to and a good boss to work for. He dragged one of the many barstools away from the counter and slid himself onto it, dropping his thick elbows onto the countertop and clasping his hands together, turning to watch for the boy's move to start up these drinks. Drew laughed casually and grinned. That's right, I'm asking you to make me a drink and have one with me. Come on, it doesn't get much better than this.
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Post by Mackenzie//Jordan on Aug 7, 2006 4:22:10 GMT
my day is done Pheonyx im at the bar I have a few days off i will call you in the morning i promise she said softly. alright i will be waiting. You know i dont like you out alone god Pheonyx im not a baby, go find some girl to talk to or whatever it is you do im gonna have some fun tonight she told her brother a little coldness in the tone. alright be careful I will ok, bbbbyyyeeee she shook her head hanging up as she put her phone back in her pocket she looked around then saw a sign outside the bar 'Bartenders for hire'. She wasnt really into Bartending herself. She just needed a drink though but unfortunatley this place she was standing infront of wasnt open for service. is there anywhere i can get a drink around here she mumbled. She was a little tired after serving people all day on the huge Boeing 747. Listening to babys scream, moody screaming customers that cant see the screen when a good movie is playing.
She walked quietly into the place she looked around at people still setting up the bottles, the glasses. Making sure they fit in the slot easily as they hang.. she saw two people sitting interviewing one another. She smirked walking over to the bar.Yah she was new here. She may look lost but she didnt want to play the helpless victom. That Victom situation ended when she turned eighteen. She twiddled her thumbs softly on the bar counter while she looked around. she looked to one of the other Bartenders. excuse me im wondering if i could get a drink please. Ive had a very very hard day I will understand if you cant she said softly..
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Post by :: Drew Walker :: on Aug 8, 2006 5:50:29 GMT
He'd been watching the younger guy looking at him as he tried to figure out if he was being serious. Drew couldn't help the small grin on his face either, realizing already that this behavior was more friendly, maybe even unprofessional, than the normal business owners of the world. Regardless, he sat there, slowly raising an eyebrow in quiet expectation, and watched him debate his next move in his head.
Considering his attention was still facing the large doors, it was hard to miss the tall young woman as she walked in. She looked around, but hardly made eye contact until she'd maneuvered herself to the opposite side of the long marble bartop that Drew was sitting at, then she looked up, sheepishly. Her voice was quiet, and her question was unsure. He smiled though, watching her uneasiness, and stood up, making the wooden legs of the barstool grate against the slick new flooring. He walked around the corner of the counter and moved closer to her from the opposite side. Propping his elbows onto the counter, Drew's ice blue eyes met her own for a second before he pushed himself back away again to stand at his full height. Hard day, huh? Well, I have the liquor, but I was sworn to uphold age laws. Any ID on you?
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Post by Mackenzie//Jordan on Aug 15, 2006 4:43:52 GMT
Im twenty-one. she said giving him a positive look but spoke kinda sharply. She couldnt believe of all places she had never been id'd before. She shook her head. fine, whatever! she said digging into her purse she had never felt so embarased he didnt think she was of age. She smirked pulling her wallet out of her purse she opened it and just happened to see flash of her ex's pictures she forgot to rip out of her wallet the minute she got to her knew place. She looked up to the bartender then flipped to her ID quickly before hoping he didnt see them.. she pulled it out.. then handed it to him. would you like to see my ID for the LAX as well she said pulling it out, letting him see . She looked back to her wallet then to him waiting for a reply.
The thoughts of him wanting to ID her had baffled her completely she had never been mistaken for anyone under twenty-one it just blew her away. She had always been mistaken for someone older then the age she is now. She sighed, look im sorry for the remark, it was uncalled for I just never been IDed before. and ive been serving and helping moody people on a boeing 747. I just want a drink. she said in a softer manner. we obviously got off on a wrong foot Im Mackenzie. she said softly to the introduction extending her hand.She always enjoyed meeting new people.
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Post by :: Drew Walker :: on Aug 17, 2006 14:54:33 GMT
He walked quietly around to the back of the bar, the guy sitting where he'd left him, and the woman over towards the other end. Drew was rubbing the palms of his hands against his jeans when he'd asked for her age, and was as quickly pulled from wondering what to make her as he had been to ask her how old she was. His eyebrows raised in remark at her tone, and he reached over to drag the license over with one finger before jetting it back over to her. His cool blue eyes stayed on her as he rested on hand on the bar top, without saying a word, just watching her.
Funny, I'd have figured that to be a compliment. Yea, I'm Drew. Now, what do you want? Sure, he wasn't happy about that conversation that had just been had here, and his outwardly friendly features had cleared a bit, but his tone was still reasonable and calm as he offered the drink option back to her. Drew had puched himself off the bar and was standing waiting for her, with a glass set up and ready on the bar counter. He wasn't pleased with being snapped at, but knew better than to let it get the better of him. Drew was an extrovert, loving company and being social, a great businessman, but wasn't a good person to cross paths with. His temper on occassion got the better of him.
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