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thecapitol2015-11-10 09:35 pm
fuckitall) wrote in thecapitol2015-11-10 09:35 pm
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The past, the present, and the future walked into the bar. (It was tense.)
Who| Nick and youuu.
What| ALL HIS FRIENDS ARE DEAAAAAAD. Are yours too? Come have a drink!
Where| Know Where Bar aka where Nick works as a bartender.
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| It's Nick. He's depressing, but he'll make you all the drinks you want! So uh, drinking? Also see this post here if you want your character on the menu! (As a drink...)
Back to work at the Shit Hole. That's not the name of the bar he's been working at but Nick has come to refer to it by different names depending on his mood or the crowd. There's a couple of television screens at the bar for him to see the last moments of the arena as it unfolded, but as soon as the last of them got taken out, he just numbed himself to prepare for the worst. The slew of customers have either been over enthused fans (who still tip Nick...for some reason) or incoming mourners and he feels pretty messed up to hope that Ellis and the others are part of the latter group. He just needs to see some friendly face.
...because all he knows from his previous life is truly gone. Luke's gone. He always came back before in times of doubt or when hope seemed to have dimmed out entirely. But now, he's gone just like Jane and Clementine are. Nick had a feeling especially when he heard nothing from Luke when he received his sponsor gifts, but he has yet to come across most of the people he's come to call his friends since he saw them perish on screen. Work hours have been getting in the way, with more and more customers piling in from the arena hype to enjoy the updated menu of cocktails named after celebrities. Some he doesn't get, others he sneers at...but it's mostly just a few dozen more recipes he's gotta remember in his head.
Since his life seems to be adding up to become some elaborate joke where the punch line is "all your friends are dead haha!" work has been referred to as the Shit Hole. Tips - the majority of his earnings, have been abysmal the past couple of but he doesn't care. He is never one to drink on the job but he did sneak two shots during his break. It's nowhere near enough for him to be outright drunk but just enough for him to get through the day.
Nick frowns at his reflection from the glass he's cleaning before letting out a sigh. Five more hours to go before he can head back to his room to try to sleep. He hears the door open but doesn't look up as he slides the menu over, his voice dry.
"Welcome to Bar (fucking) Know Where. What can I get for you?"
What| ALL HIS FRIENDS ARE DEAAAAAAD. Are yours too? Come have a drink!
Where| Know Where Bar aka where Nick works as a bartender.
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| It's Nick. He's depressing, but he'll make you all the drinks you want! So uh, drinking? Also see this post here if you want your character on the menu! (As a drink...)
Back to work at the Shit Hole. That's not the name of the bar he's been working at but Nick has come to refer to it by different names depending on his mood or the crowd. There's a couple of television screens at the bar for him to see the last moments of the arena as it unfolded, but as soon as the last of them got taken out, he just numbed himself to prepare for the worst. The slew of customers have either been over enthused fans (who still tip Nick...for some reason) or incoming mourners and he feels pretty messed up to hope that Ellis and the others are part of the latter group. He just needs to see some friendly face.
...because all he knows from his previous life is truly gone. Luke's gone. He always came back before in times of doubt or when hope seemed to have dimmed out entirely. But now, he's gone just like Jane and Clementine are. Nick had a feeling especially when he heard nothing from Luke when he received his sponsor gifts, but he has yet to come across most of the people he's come to call his friends since he saw them perish on screen. Work hours have been getting in the way, with more and more customers piling in from the arena hype to enjoy the updated menu of cocktails named after celebrities. Some he doesn't get, others he sneers at...but it's mostly just a few dozen more recipes he's gotta remember in his head.
Since his life seems to be adding up to become some elaborate joke where the punch line is "all your friends are dead haha!" work has been referred to as the Shit Hole. Tips - the majority of his earnings, have been abysmal the past couple of but he doesn't care. He is never one to drink on the job but he did sneak two shots during his break. It's nowhere near enough for him to be outright drunk but just enough for him to get through the day.
Nick frowns at his reflection from the glass he's cleaning before letting out a sigh. Five more hours to go before he can head back to his room to try to sleep. He hears the door open but doesn't look up as he slides the menu over, his voice dry.
"Welcome to Bar (fucking) Know Where. What can I get for you?"
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"Dude, is it true you've got a cocktail with mayonnaise in it?"
Some men might be horribly offended at having a cocktail named after them involving mayonnaise in any way, shape, or form, but those men weren't Kousuke Nitou. Mayo liquor sounded pretty good right about now.
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"Yeah, it's named after you actually." Nick has only made it twice and both times were during training.
"Comin' right up. You'd be the first to try." Maybe the only to try...outside Nick himself during those test trials. It was...something that he probably would drink a few times on a dare in college.
Nick can keep himself at a professional level of neutralism or just be uninterested when at work, but he can't help but make a face as he squeezes a string of mayo on the plate to rim the glass with.
"There a story behind the mayonnaise thing?" He asks as he pours shots of liquor into the shaker.
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And oh, that question. "I dunno, man, I just like mayonnaise. That's pretty much all there is to it."
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Nick shakes up the ingredients and pours in a margarita glass, garnishing it with a toothpick of some masked thing he isn't familiar with, but is trained to present it with this drink.
"Here you go." He's actually curious if the guy would like it. Granted, the drink's named after him but...still.
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There is no hesitation as he takes a big swig of that drink. None whatsoever. "Hey, that's not bad! Could use a little more mayo in there, though."