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The cold was on the (more) bearable side tonight, so Silver didn't look completely miserable to be at work. It didn't necessarily mean he'd do his job well, but he'd be willing to give it his best shot.

long_memory

It was miserable out. First snow, and then freezing rain. Utterly intolerable. The only reason Silver had showed up to work at all was because he had drank the last of the rum at home.

He hated winter.

throughaphase

Hello to New Year's at Caritas! The bar was open and ready for everyone to say goodbye to 2021 in a totally classy way, for real. The place was decorated in lights and garland, there was an actual DJ this year, there were fancy drinks including a coffee thing to get you to midnight, and if you weren't here for classy... well, there were mini liquor bottle ornaments hanging from the Christmas tree in the back room for people to take. This party was for you too. This is still a bar with zombies under a Febreze sprayer, let's not kid ourselves too much.

Also feel free to grab a hat or a completely impractical set of 2022 glasses at the door!

Classy.

SPECIALS
New Year's Sparkler
Poinsettia
Chocolate Candy Cane Martini
Driven Snow
Espresso Martini
Lemon Lavender Mocktini

[All ages party! Go wild!]

long_memory

Silver had a quiet holiday after a quiet couple of weeks (thanks, being a parrot), and it was looking to be a quiet day at work as well. He certainly wasn't complaining. He didn't have the same thirst for adventure as some other ~~psychos~~ people around here.

[OCD-free. Holiday SP in progress]

long_memory

The food holiday was this week but so many holidays in this country revolved around food he couldn't remember which one meant which so to him it was just the turkey holiday. And also apparently cranberries since there seemed to be an abundance of cranberry vodka around. Not his taste, but it was available for other people.

[Open]

fortworeasons

Bartending! Just like old times! Except with zombies, for some reason!

Laszlo hadn't noticed the stage when he'd been in on Tuesday, but today it caught his attention and was filed away for a future use. Perhaps he could track down a keyboard, even!

He was also now accompanied by a camera man and a female boom mic operator who both trailed him around the bar as he got ready for his first shift, but aside from addressing the camera occasionally, Laszlo paid them no attention. This was clearly normal, even if he probably ought to have put more thought into who had known where he'd gone and sent them, along with his case of antique porn.

In any case, Caritas was open, and Laszlo was totally prepared to fetch all your normal human drinks.

Or to make Tino do it, anyway.

long_memory

It was another weird weekend, and Silver had been here long enough to know it was best to just sigh and have a drink. Unfortunately all of the alcohol was gone. Whelp. Guess he was going to just be eating pretzels then.

my_own_advocate

"How's that? Too sweet? A bit too acidic perhaps? Hm... Bitter?"

Tiny grunted over the fifteenth cocktail he'd had to try in the space of an hour.

"Can you at least qualify your grunting better? How else am I supposed to come up with a good cocktail bar menu?"

Lucifer sighed. "Useless," he said, padding towards the specials board.

TODAY'S SPECIALS:
COCKTAILS ON THE HOUSE
IF YOU'LL HELP US TASTE-TEST

[[ open ]]

long_memory

It wasn't often Silver had to work on a holiday, but since this was a holiday he barely understood in the first place he didn't mind it. Sitting here drinking next to Tiny beat the craziness from last year. He let Tiny handle most of the atmospheric stuff, figuring he'd know best, but Silver did put on a little headband with pumpkins sticking out of the top, figuring that was good enough of a costume.

[OCD-free]

long_memory

It had just occurred to Silver that his next shift was on Halloween. Actually it would not have occurred to him at all until Tiny asked what he was doing to the place for the holiday. Silver's reply had been "jack shit", but now it had him thinking about buying a pumpkin or something.

long_memory

Coming home to autumn weather after spending time on Ajan Kloss was just a cruel thing to do to Silver. If he was a little more dramatic he'd be wearing a scarf already, but as it was he was just clinging to a cup of coffee for dear life.

And it was only going to get worse from here, ugh.

long_memory

This week at the bar was much less depressing than last week. And to make things even better, Silver was himself, though he listened to radio often enough to know that not everybody could say that right now.

So that earned him a celebratory drink, which was totally different from the depression drinks from last week.

[No, *you* got distracted by video games and forgot to post. OCD-free!]

long_memory

Silver felt a killer hangover coming on, and the only way he knew to stop it was to keep drinking. That might not mean great things when he finally decided to stop drinking, but he was living in the moment. Whatever kept him from thinking, he figured.

amitragic

It was a nice fall Friday afternoon, and the park was all ready for people to gather to meet their loved ones, as even the extremely glittery banner hanging over the entrance to the park evidenced:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2021!
There was a lot of glitter. Not just on the banner, but... generally everywhere. Sorry, the school administration had ordered a surplus of it, and it clearly all needed to go somewhere, and since it was all in very autumnal shades of orange and red and gold, well, this was just the occasion.

Welcome, family and friends and whoever else the townspeople and/or the school happened to invite! Try not to inhale too much glitter.

[All PW guest applications have been accepted! OCD up, go forth and play!]

long_memory

Silver had given up on keeping track of the changes happening at the bar. He'd have no say in it so long as the rum remained where it usually was.

Now if that changed...there might be some problems.

long_memory

Silver had not been paying much attention to the renovations going on in the Devil's Nest. As long as he was still getting paid he didn't much care what went on in the place. It all seemed to be some sort of dick measuring contest anyway.

Still, the axe range/stage hybrid needed to be sorted out by someone otherwise someone was going to lose a limb. Hopefully not him again.

long_memory

It was a quiet Sunday, which Silver would never complain about. Especially after the deluge of sad people last weekend. Sometimes it was just nice to sit there and drink rum in peace. Well, except for Tiny mumbling something occasionally but Silver was good at ignoring him by now.

long_memory

Silver knew that people were dealing with some things today. While he was sympathetic to their plight, he did mentally pat himself on the back for no dead people showing up to see him. Of course, it was easier to avoid when you did your very best to only have superficial relationships for the most part.

So he would sit here with his rum, drinking for his usual reasons instead of sad ones.

long_memory

There were two full bottles of grenadine expiring tomorrow, so now Silver and Tiny were doing their best to get rid of it. Just grenadine in everything. Beer, shots, bowls of peanuts, whatever. Sure, expired grenadine probably wouldn't kill you but...well, there was nothing else to do tonight so let them have their little mission.

long_memory

Silver was spending his shift messing around on his phone. He noticed there had been an awful lot of famous people bragging about not bathing in the news lately. Clearly these people needed to go back three hundred years if they loved it so much. Silver would stay here where bath bombs existed.

long_memory

Silver supposed the cans of pineapple rings were meant for him to, like, come up with some creative Olympics display but he was not that creative of a person nor that hard of a worker. So he just cracked open a can of one of them and was having rum with a side of pineapple. Bon Appetit.

hatesparadise

This might have happened last year as well, but there was really no preparation for piercing alarms going off before the sun was even up.

At least it wasn't cold out. That was possibly the only thing that kept this from being the worse thing ever. That one thing there.

Because everything else sucked.

[no ocd, just go ham!]

long_memory

The bar finally seemed to have good alcohol again after the hole incident, and for that Silver was very grateful. The shift seemed to move faster when he had good rum around. And also he had stuff to serve customers. That too.

long_memory

The bar had certainly looked better, but it looked pretty good considering where it had been for a week. Tiny was already on top of ordering more of what had been pilfered throughout the week and Silver was doing his best going through what was leftover.

Honestly, what was leftover was probably left there for a reason. This stuff looked disgusting.

long_memory

There were still deliveries of fruit coming into the bar on Sundays for some reason. This week it was coconuts. Which were way too much effort for him to open unless someone kept a machete around here...

long_memory

An entire pallet of pineapples was delivered today for some reason. Silver guessed for summery tropical drink reasons. He tried to make himself useful and cut one up but he was making a real hack job of it.

It was going to be embarrassing to google how to cut up a pineapple later on.

long_memory

Silver was slightly late to work today, as there had been a close call with a cicada and his hair. He now would be wearing his hair up for the rest of the year. Possibly for the rest of his life.

long_memory

Silver had a nice semi-vacation out in space, although some might argue he didn't do much in the first place therefore didn't need a break from anything. Whatever, he had fun even if his hair was still recovering from the humidity of Ajan Kloss.

There wasn't all that much to do at work today, which wasn't surprising, but he busied himself with going through their olive supply and tossing any bottles that were expired. Last thing he needed was someone getting food poisoning from a martini.

long_memory

Silver had actually gotten to work early for once. Between Rey being gone and the television being worse than usual he had gotten bored and went in. Not really to do any additional work, mind you, unless doing quality control on the rum counted as work.

long_memory

There were flowers all over the bar today. Not even particularly pretty ones, more like the ones someone bought at a gas station when they forgot it was a holiday. Not that Silver could make that comparison. To him it just looked like a bunch of wilted flowers in the way of valuable drinking space.

He swept an arm against the bar, sending roses and carnations to the floor so he could make room for a bottle of rum and a glass.

long_memory

It hadn't even occurred to Silver just how much he and Rey were homebodies until it had been brought up to him that they hadn't really been on an actual date. It just wasn't something that happened where he was from, but he was determined to fix it now.

Luckily the squirrels had told him about the holiday so he wasn't exactly surprised to find that it was pretty much dead in the restaurant. Well, at least the service would be fast.

"You're going to have to let me know if I get anything about this date thing wrong."

[For his date primarily, but open restaurant is open]

long_memory

It had been a week, even for someone who deliberately avoided heroics like Silver did. He was happy to see the bar was in one piece and not, like, covered in vines or anything. At least he could depend on the local bar not to let him down.

long_memory

It had been a blissfully quiet week. It had been so many days of no incident, in fact, that Silver had gone past enjoying and into the area where he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because someone here couldn't enjoy nice things.

He was distracting himself by actually reading the bartenders bible tucked away behind the bar. Did you know there were drinks other than straight liquor? News to him.

long_memory

This was, like, the first normal Sunday in awhile and Silver was celebrating by having a very normal shift. If anything weird happened he would simply just ignore it. Today was a firmly normal day.

long_memory

Okay, well, kids probably shouldn't be at the bar, but Silver felt bad about leaving Jamie with Rey since she wasn't her responsibility. He sat her at the end of the bar with a soda (kids could have that, right?) and his cell phone, knowing from experience that would keep her occupied for hours on end.

Then he hit the rum. If this really was his child, she had surely seen him drink before.

long_memory

Silver didn't really think much of the mood he woke up in today. After all, everybody had horny days, right? He was an adult, he could go on with his day without any major interruptions. Give him another day and that would change, but right now he had it handled.

But not like that since he was at work.

long_memory

Silver had already received a few odd messages this morning, and took it as a sign that he needed caffeine if he was going to deal with this nonsense today. He was a very simple man when it came to coffee, which was why it was very odd when the barista sat down a latte of her own making, an ode to Peeps. Whatever the hell those were.

"It's pink."

But it was also free. He gave the barista a look that promised violence if she accidentally poisoned him and took a sip. It took him a few seconds to actually process what was even going on with this drink.

"This is an abomination." He really needed her to know that before she tried to foist the Peep latte on someone else.

[Look at me, taking the day off. Open!]

long_memory

There was an abundance of cocktail umbrellas at the bar this evening. It wasn't that there were just boxes of them around, it seemed like they were in every drawer Silver opened. Eventually he gave up on trying to find anything tonight, stuck an umbrella in his hair and hit the rum.

long_memory

Silver wasn't quite as chill as he was last week, but he wasn't that much of an uptight person in the first place so his mood wasn't that dissimilar without the stomach gem. In fact he was pretty much doing the same thing he was last week, quietly drinking rum and looking up what ridiculous holiday was coming up next. At least he was a little familiar with Easter.

thatwaslucky

Rey hated the remotes so much. But, it was also something she had to train with sometimes, so she'd set several up around her while she ran through Form III, and okay, maybe she shouldn't have set them all to high.

And then she decided that maybe it worked better if she wasn't expecting them all to go at full blast all the time, so she adjusted the settings on some of them to give it some variety.

She'd still get shot, but at least she wasn't expecting it the whole time.

[Open!]

long_memory

Silver had noticed that weird little crystal thing on his stomach yesterday and spent a lot of time worrying about what it meant. Let's just say he spent a lot of time on WebMD and convinced himself he had several types of terminal illnesses.

Today, however, he was pretty okay with it. Que sera sera and all that. There was rum, he was content to be at work. He would have been content to be anywhere today, really.

long_memory

Silver had enjoyed going on vacation but was happy to be home again. He couldn't say he missed being at work but it was nice to be among familiar booze.

long_memory

Silver didn't really know that today was practically an American holiday, so he didn't understand why there were chicken wings and nachos suddenly sitting on the bar when he came in. He also didn't understand why all the beer was now either Budweiser or Coors Light but since he didn't really drink beer anyway it wasn't his problem.

He was going to eat the nachos though because they looked delicious.

long_memory

Everything in town was still silly but at least the rum was still there at the bar. Turned out Silver would need it during his shift as some chipmunks showed up about an hour in and wouldn't stop bothering him until he let them put braids in his hair.

Not the worst harassment he'd ever faced so he just sat there drinking while they did their thing.

long_memory

It had been a lovely, quiet weekend and Silver was more than happy to spend it having a lovely, quiet shift at the bar. Over the last eight months he had learned to appreciate these moments before something horrible and/or stupid happens.

long_memory

Silver was once again very thankful he had avoided turning smaller this weekend. He could think of few things worse than reliving his childhood again and he hated being reminded that he even was a child at any point.

It was making for some rather sullen drinking this evening.

[Open]

thatwaslucky

You know one thing Rey loved and didn't get nearly enough time with? The rock wall on the training course. It was toward the end, so something that she didn't get to as often if she screwed up before then, and if someone came in she typically ended up skipping it.

So once she got here, she ran the course, and then was spending some time working muscles that didn't get used as much these days on the wall. Making your own fun was really one of the benefits of showing up early.

[Open! Save me from doomscrolling.]

long_memory

An abundance of orange juice had arrived at the bar today. Silver wondered if it was the world telling him not to get scurvy which was probably good advice considering the whole pirate thing. He wasn't about to complain. When life gives you oranges, you make screwdrivers.

[Open, OCD-free!]

throughaphase

Congratulations, Fandom! You survived another year! And to celebrate, a party!

Caritas was decked out in Christmas lights (that would not strangle you, promise), the zombies were playing New Year's Rockin' Eve types of hits, and gathered were plenty of hats and 2021 glasses for those who wanted to accessorize their fancy dress.

Sure, you wouldn't be kicked out if you didn't dress up, but it would be nice if you did!

SPECIALS
Jingle Juice Punch
New Year's Sparkler
Sugar Cookie Martini
Peppermint Bark Mimosa
Cranberry Mojito Mocktail

long_memory

It had been a remarkably quiet week which Silver was very thankful for. He never really had a thirst for adventure (which was made being a pirate very inconvenient) so weeks like this were just fine with him.

He was spending his shift quietly drinking rum and looking up traditional New Year's Eve celebrations on his phone. Apparently that was another holiday people had ran with and made into a whole big thing with lights and parties that he didn't understand.

[Open]

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