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fandomtownies2012-10-23 01:45 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening
Tonight was Max's very first bar shift, and because he was a supremely mature human being, he was not celebrating it by drinking the entirety of the doughnut vodka that bartender from the weekend had introduced him to. Or any of it at all. That was how committed he was to this job.
Instead, he arrived, greeted Tiny with a "Hey, what's up, I'm Max," gave the DJ an appreciative nod for this evening's selection of underappreciated eighties hits, and settled behind the bar to await customers. He was feeling pretty good about his bartending skills.
Then the DJ's trend of eighties music began to progress toward the overappreciated, and Max began rethinking his satisfaction with this job.
He glanced at Tiny. "Hey, man, you think he'd turn that down?"
Tiny somberly shook his head. Great.
Instead, he arrived, greeted Tiny with a "Hey, what's up, I'm Max," gave the DJ an appreciative nod for this evening's selection of underappreciated eighties hits, and settled behind the bar to await customers. He was feeling pretty good about his bartending skills.
Then the DJ's trend of eighties music began to progress toward the overappreciated, and Max began rethinking his satisfaction with this job.
He glanced at Tiny. "Hey, man, you think he'd turn that down?"
Tiny somberly shook his head. Great.