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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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"Somethin' not from the menu then?" At the very least, Nick is given the freedom to create his own concoctions whenever a customer asks for something different. He's always wanted to do some sort of experimentation with this back home but...alcohol was expensive.
He looks at the inventory to consider his options. Normally, he'd just want the customer to tell him their order and he'll make it in a flash. The challenge right now is welcomed just to keep himself distracted even just a few seconds longer. Eventually, Nick whips up and slides over to Ermac a bitter cocktail that's a pale in orange color. Apricot bitter with a good amount of tequila and garnished with thin strips of orange peel.
"Too bad you've lost." The words are spoken with a notably uncomfortable frown. He was told by management to say that to every returning tribute he'd come across while on the job. "Enjoy."
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The loss didn't particularly bother him. He was still alive, and that meant another chance at winning. If he became a Mentor, then he might be in a more suitable position to find whatever means they'd used to bring him here in the first place.
Ermac tries the drink, and finds it very much to his liking.
"What is this one named?"
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He blinks at the question, gaze looking down at the mixers he has in front of him. He was on autopilot. Shit, what did he do?
"Man, I don't even remember. You're the one - " Ack, no. That's no way to talk at work. Fuck. He looks back at his assortment and picks up what feels like the last thing he touched. "Orange...somethin'...You like apricot? That's what it was."
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He'd never heard of the term, or at least had never had a reason to ask his many souls about it. Now that they were silent, he couldn't sift through their memories for so much as a hint of what this fruit -he assumed it was a fruit- was.