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fandomtownies2019-01-02 05:40 am
not_a_bird) wrote in fandomtownies2019-01-02 05:40 am
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Caritas, Wednesday [01/02].
Oooh, see. Now, this was nice. This was real nice. This whole teaching gig was a real crap-shoot, Sweet Dee had already decided on that, so she was feeling pretty good about the fact that she'd managed to snag a second job that landed her in much more of a comfort spot: behind a bar, slinging drinks, being the cute, funny bartender who uses all these one-liners and hilarious jabs at the customers. This was her element. This was her place to really shine!
Of course, she mostly just couldn't get over how much nicer everything was in here than Paddy's. Sure, the band looked a little rough around the edges, but they were still a fair shot better off than some of the jerks they get rolling through her old bar. Everything worked the way it was supposed to, everything seemed nice and clean, and she still hadn't seen a single rat, either. This place was swanky as hell.
So, naturally, she had to pester Tino to take at least a few pictures of her taking advantage of working in a good bar for a change, so she could send it to the gang, who'd all pretty much laughed at her and took bets on whether or not she'd even last a week out there. A picture or two, with a nice, succinct message to go along with it:
Suck my dick, assholes.
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Of course, she mostly just couldn't get over how much nicer everything was in here than Paddy's. Sure, the band looked a little rough around the edges, but they were still a fair shot better off than some of the jerks they get rolling through her old bar. Everything worked the way it was supposed to, everything seemed nice and clean, and she still hadn't seen a single rat, either. This place was swanky as hell.
So, naturally, she had to pester Tino to take at least a few pictures of her taking advantage of working in a good bar for a change, so she could send it to the gang, who'd all pretty much laughed at her and took bets on whether or not she'd even last a week out there. A picture or two, with a nice, succinct message to go along with it:
Suck my dick, assholes.
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She slipped on to one of the bar stools. "A beer. A drinkable one."
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But Sweet Dee had her first customer at her new fancy-ass bar that wasn't even leaking carbon monoxide everywhere (she was pretty sure), so she was actually going to put in some sort of effort, too.
"Bottle or draft?" she asked, since she was 95% sure that all those drafts could be classified as drinkable.
You could not say the same about any of the drafts at Paddy's.
Which was why nearly everyone drank bottles at Paddy's.
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She had actually never been serven an undrinkable beer here, but she trusted Kitty, and, to some extent, Fjord.
"You're new here?"
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But since she was trying, it was maybe only about half foam rather than mostly foam. And she even put down a coaster!
"I am," she said as she set down the beer in front of the customer. "Deandra Reynolds. But my friends call me Sweet Dee."
Oh, Dee, you silly bird, you had no friends.
"You a regular around here?"
She would have to give this place a little credit; it hadn't been too disappointing in the eye candy so far.
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"And I wanted beer, not foam." She pushed the glass back towards the person.
Uncivilized idiot.
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That was, literally, one of the best beers she'd ever poured before.
"Well, yeah," she said, "you're supposed to let it, you know, settle a little."
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She wasn't touching that glass.
"I'm guessing you're the kind of person who uses teabags too."
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"If you don't want foam in your beer," Sweet Dee countered, "just get a bottle. And what the hell do teabags have to do with anything?.....this is a baaaar."
Just in case she didn't realize.
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Seivarden snorted.
"If you know how someone makes tea, you know a lot about them." Obviously.
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Who even said shit like that? Weirdos. That's who.
"What, you think you're a philosopher or some shit? What does that even mean?"
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"Sorry, you'll have to get an education first if I'm to explain that to you."
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She rolled her eyes as she reached for the beer she'd set down earlier, going to top off what had settled and setting it down again. "I'll have you know," she put in, the pitch of her voice sharpening a little with defensiveness, "I went to the University of Pennsylvania for psychology, okay?"
She hadn't graduated, of course. She'd actually flunked out and may have set a roommate on fire, but it wasn't a lie. She had gone there for psychology.
"I know a thing or two about analysis. Jesus. Are all the customers at this bar as annoying as you are?"
This bar was sweet as hell, but not that sweet.
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"If you're a psychologist, why are you working in a bar?"
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"Because maybe I like working in a bar?"
Obviously. Who wouldn't? In her experience, it was a slack-off job where you pretty much drank beer all day and acted superior to dumb stupid drunks who had nothing better to do on a Wednesday night than complain about how you poured their beer.
Pretty sweet gig, when you got right down to it.
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"There are people here who could teach you, after all," she added, which could at least pass as trying to be helpful.
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"Hey. Hey! You know what? This..." Sweet Dee laughed a little, shaking her head, pointing...somewhere. "Wouldn't you know, there's something I've got to do. Over there. Way over there. My job, you know, but, urrghh!" Another laugh. "It is has been...great...just...real great getting to serve you today, and, hey, if you need anything..."
Get bent.
Her face looked like it might explode from the effort it took to smile.
"...just let me know! Okay! Bye."
To her credit, there actually was something over there that needed attending to, and it was the fridge, so she could grab a beer for herself, because, yeah, she was feigning newbie for the rest of the night if she could help it and leaving Tino to fend for himself with this one. She didn't need to deal with this shit.
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