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diversified2014-05-24 12:16 am
rediant) wrote in diversified2014-05-24 12:16 am
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WHO Harrison (rediant), Zach (sablutage).
WHAT Bar-side musings from the wrong side of the bar.
WHEN 20XX.
WHERE [Bar name], California.
It was mid-afternoon, and Harrison was at the bar. Thankfully not in an it's-five-o'clock-somewhere sense, but actually behind the bar and practicing his drink mixing. While he tried out different combinations and moved on from one alcoholic base to another, his webbing flew about from his palms, his shoulders, anywhere that was convenient in order to move, replace and retrieve the drinks and cups necessary for his little experiments. Their beloved little hole in the wall was never open early enough for anyone to be dropping by to witness it, which meant Harrison was safe to be as ridiculous as he wanted.
Then again... they would be opening soon. They'd owned the place for a couple of years now, Harrison and Zach, and that was how it always was. Their schedule wasn't ever set in stone, but it sure was easy to set a clock by when they had to keep relatively regular hours for the people who wished to frequent their establishment. Even on nights that the brothers weren't there to hold the fort, their employees kept the hours instead.
Without pause or any sort of preamble, Harrison asked, "Do you think we should open earlier?" It would be something different, certainly, and give them a chance to branch out and add something more to their reputation than being the awesome joint with just the right atmosphere and great staff.
rediant), Zach (sablutage).WHAT Bar-side musings from the wrong side of the bar.
WHEN 20XX.
WHERE [Bar name], California.
It was mid-afternoon, and Harrison was at the bar. Thankfully not in an it's-five-o'clock-somewhere sense, but actually behind the bar and practicing his drink mixing. While he tried out different combinations and moved on from one alcoholic base to another, his webbing flew about from his palms, his shoulders, anywhere that was convenient in order to move, replace and retrieve the drinks and cups necessary for his little experiments. Their beloved little hole in the wall was never open early enough for anyone to be dropping by to witness it, which meant Harrison was safe to be as ridiculous as he wanted.
Then again... they would be opening soon. They'd owned the place for a couple of years now, Harrison and Zach, and that was how it always was. Their schedule wasn't ever set in stone, but it sure was easy to set a clock by when they had to keep relatively regular hours for the people who wished to frequent their establishment. Even on nights that the brothers weren't there to hold the fort, their employees kept the hours instead.
Without pause or any sort of preamble, Harrison asked, "Do you think we should open earlier?" It would be something different, certainly, and give them a chance to branch out and add something more to their reputation than being the awesome joint with just the right atmosphere and great staff.
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Watching Harrison pour, the clone frowned slightly. "Always make sure there's at least double the main nonalcoholic portion of the drink compared to the alcohol. It takes most of that kick out," he said with the knowledge of someone who knew a thing or two about cocktails. Zach had been reading up and practicing in his spare time.
"I like to make sure before you get started on a project. I'm a little old fashioned like that," he replied with a grin. "Once we get the tools and supplies we need, I don't see why. This wouldn't be the first time we've built something."
They balanced each other out well, so it made it easier for them, and by extension the rest of their group, to work together without much issue. Zach could make sure to finish Harrison's work without a problem and didn't mind at all, especially since he's been doing this for most of their lives. This was just yet another thing to do and Harrison was right, things needed to change. Doing the same thing for a long period of time was boring and mixing it up was always good.