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[While he was used to long shifts at work, something about today's shift was rough. He would play longer songs to give himself a break between switching stuff out. Infact, he recently got to work on making a Playlist the station would just cycle through while he was attempting to get some semblance of rest]

[He wouldnt trade it for the world, but it was rough. So, once he was done for the day, he grabbed his jacket, placed on a fedora, and hit the road. His guards, of course, trailing behind him. He entered a local bar and sat at the front. He messed up his hair slightly so it would cover his right side. Or, just enough to cover his eye. The shade from the hat did the heavy lifting anyway]

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

[ Admir glanced from across the counter, mixing a drink. He serves the patron in front of him before passing the bartender meant to serve you, patting their shoulder in a quiet 'I'll take this.' The person seemed sketchy at least, and with two guards trailing behind him? Maybe even dangerous. ]

[ He crossed his arms, leaning forward just enough to get a good look at your face. The shadow obstructing just half of your face was obviously covering something, he's smart enough to know that. A light kkhm leaves his throat to catch your attention. ]

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

[ He turned to pick a bottle from behind him along with a glass. The rest of the drink was prepared in front of you. Mixing gin with lemon juice, simple syrup, and carbonated water, he made sure you never left his peripheral. He sliced a lemon into thin slices, wedging it onto the side of your cup. ]

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

[ Admir took the first poke. Correct him, or just take the lighthearted bash.. Either way, it's a slither closer to finding out why you're here. If it isn't a bartender's purpose to know their patron, why else go to a bar? Birdeye's View is known for making connections, not their drinks... Maybe you're here for the pretty little blonde server instead of blowing off steam with alcohol. Just a guess. ]

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

[ He shrugged his shoulder, moving to place a cherry by the lemon. In reality, the maraschino cherry didn't cost anything ... Just a little 'favor' to get on your good side. Years of tending to the bar taught him all the little things. Aside from making good drinks, charisma developed naturally. ]

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

[He rolled his... eye. Playfully. Like a cherry costed extra. He wasnt going to mention it, though. If the bartender was trying to get on his good side he would let him try. He didnt mind a conversation. Just maybe not with such blatant lies as a starter]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

[ Admir snorted, pulling a chair from under the counter to sit and chat. He's been having the worst shift hours ever. And for minimum wage too? Might as well be stuck in limbo forever. The only good part of working so long is having a nice conversation with a patron as a treat somewhere in between clocking in and clocking out. ]

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

[ He vaguely gestured to the simple post-punk music playing out of the speakers. The Smiths, maybe, Joy Division. Maybe even some of The Sundays. Not quite his taste, but his brother sure loved Johnny Marr.. ]

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

[ He snorted at the thought of marriage. Settling down with Gerard and Lin.. Late nights in bed after a long shift at the bar.. He ought to ask them if they'd prefer gold or silver. Then again, maybe he should let time guide his decision. He finds that it would be more endearing if it was remembered rather than sought out. ]

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[He nodded along, smiling as the bartender spoke]

You say that as if I wasnt completely tripping over my words just moments prior. I feel my "smooth talking" is just limited to transitions between songs along with the occasional AD read.

[He finished off his drink, looking over at the seat next to him, imagining a gentleman sweeping the bartender off his feet, before shaking the image away.]

I suppose...

Ah- I apologize, I never caught your name... you are ah...?

[ The bartender only smiled, waving his hand in the air to waft off your self depreciation. Now, comforting and buttering up people was what he did best. Smile a little wider, and he'll watch you watch out with fuller pockets.. ]

Well, that slip up was a one time thing. If you were really exhausting to talk to, I would've served a different customer by now.

[ He catches you slipping a glimpse of the seat next to you— empty, of course. You'll never see the same way he does, he thought. The man's eyes move back to your eyes. ]

Admir. Admir Sokolov. It means prince, son of the falcon. What a name, am I right?

[He gave a small nod of approval to his comment, smiling to himself.]

Thank you- I appreciate that. But you dont need to waste such kind words on someone like myself.

[He trailed a finger across the wedge of lemon on his glass, thinking for a moment]

What a name indeed. I never thought i would have a prince serving me.

[He joked, flicking a finger against his glass.]

A much more extravagant name than my own. Sergei means ah.. servant.

Seems like we should be trading jobs or something.

[He looked off towards the various bottles on the wall.]

Ah. Who am I kidding. My service is with the people. Or.. something cheesy of the sort.

[ Admir didn't take his eyes off of you, now trailing your face as you look at the various bottles on the wall. He ran a hand into his hair, propping his elbow against the counter. A finger twirled against a strand of hair behind his ear. ]

Servant, hmm? Being a radio host fits.

[ A light laugh at an unfunny joke. Please tip. ]

I like to think I'm a prince because I'm just so handsome, don't you think? People tell me that my smile is killer.

[ ... He leaves out the fact that Admir is his chosen name, and not the one written down on his personal documents. ]

[He shook his head silently at his commentary, sighing a little bit to himself]

If you're coming onto me, im not particularly intrested. Nothing against you, just... not my type. Besides, didnt you say you had a partner?

[He offered, remaining gentle with his... rejection? Perhaps it was more of setting a boundary instead. He highly doubted admir actually meant anything by his words]

But if it is a genuine question, yes, i would say you have quite the smile. I can see why you do well in this sort of environment... do customers tip well?

[An awkward pause]

... am I allowed to ask that? I apologize if that came off as intrusive.

[ Admir frowned, jokingly. He rolled his eyes, hand moving from curling his hair to prop his chin. The man continued with a light pout on his lips. ]

Relax, dude. It's not like it's an exclusive relationship, it's like.. an open, something, something. Plus, money is money.

[ He cleared his throat, wiping the expression of his space with a high smile. The flirting obviously went to nowhere— he'd repeat the cycle for all of his customers. Compliment them, sugarcoat features, offer himself up, make himself tempting.. then after he gets a large enough tip, he'd deny and reject any advances. Fool proof plan! ]

Well.. Yeah. They do tip well. I spend extra time making myself look good in the morning just for an extra $20 bucks.

I apologize I just ah-.. I respect the hustle but I was already planning to tip you. You dont need to.. put yourself out there in that way. Not for me anyway.

[He looked to the clock and gave a small yawn. He wasnt particularly looking forward to another shift tomorrow at god knows when in the morning.]

Thats fair enough. I think anyone in a similar postion would probably do the same.

Only 20? Im sure you can do much better than that.

[He stretched momentarily, then ran a finger over the rim of his very finished drink]

Can I get another one of these?

[ Admir let out a snicker, already moving to mix and pour another drink. He doesn't bother asking if you have the money; he assumes you're already well off. After the drink fizzles and sets in your cup, he speaks again. ]

You're mistaken. Around $20 per customer.

[ He kneed the stool back underneath the table, glancing to your watch instead of the clock behind him to check the time. A slight tilt of the head punctuates the subtle wetting of the lips, meeting your eyes again. The bartender cleared his throat, pursing his lips before leaning back. ]

My shifts about to end soon, ah.. Your payment?

[He nodded accepting the 2nd drink without much further commentary]

That makes alot more sense.

[He nodded, pulling out his wallet. He shot a glance to his guards in the back of the bar... who were now playing some sort of card game? Intresting.]

I hope this will work?

[He slides over enough to cover the drinks-... along with a hefty tip]

I appreciate the conversation. Thank you for your time.

I hope you get some decent after such a long shift.

[ Admir accepts, counting the bills in his hands with a satisfied hum. You're plenty well off.. He pockets the money and chuckled. ]

Thanks for paying off my grocery for next week. Maybe I'll stop by and call your radio station sometime, Sergei.

[ The name felt fresh rolling off his tongue. A new acquaintance, something like that.. ]

What's the number, anyway?

Of course. You definitely deserve the handsome tip in my mind.

[He cleared his throat at his question, somewhat surprised the bartender even cared to ask.]

Its 645 AM on the radio, as for calling, I'll be honest, I havent quite memorized the number. But its repeated all the time on the station. If you listen you're bound to catch it.

[He swirled the Tom Collins for a few moments, then looked back up at him]

I cant wait to hear you on the air, admir. Perhaps I could promo-

[He stopped himself. He ought to not make promises he wasnt sure if he could uphold. His fist tensed just a bit. Followed by the smallest glance to his guards.]

[ Admir hummed, glancing to the large amount of young adults walking the bar like they own it. Probably had a celebrant that just turned 21.. Oh lord, prepare him for a bunch of dumb questions and numbers written on receipts. ]

I'll be seeing you, then!

[ He smiled, turning on his heel the other direction. ]

Thanks for the chat, man.

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

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Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[He nodded along, smiling as the bartender spoke]

You say that as if I wasnt completely tripping over my words just moments prior. I feel my "smooth talking" is just limited to transitions between songs along with the occasional AD read.

[He finished off his drink, looking over at the seat next to him, imagining a gentleman sweeping the bartender off his feet, before shaking the image away.]

I suppose...

Ah- I apologize, I never caught your name... you are ah...?

Well, that slip up was a one time thing. If you were really exhausting to talk to, I would've served a different customer by now.

[ He catches you slipping a glimpse of the seat next to you— empty, of course. You'll never see the same way he does, he thought. The man's eyes move back to your eyes. ]

Admir. Admir Sokolov. It means prince, son of the falcon. What a name, am I right?

[He gave a small nod of approval to his comment, smiling to himself.]

Thank you- I appreciate that. But you dont need to waste such kind words on someone like myself.

[He trailed a finger across the wedge of lemon on his glass, thinking for a moment]

What a name indeed. I never thought i would have a prince serving me.

[He joked, flicking a finger against his glass.]

A much more extravagant name than my own. Sergei means ah.. servant.

Seems like we should be trading jobs or something.

[He looked off towards the various bottles on the wall.]

Ah. Who am I kidding. My service is with the people. Or.. something cheesy of the sort.

Servant, hmm? Being a radio host fits.

[ A light laugh at an unfunny joke. Please tip. ]

I like to think I'm a prince because I'm just so handsome, don't you think? People tell me that my smile is killer.

[ ... He leaves out the fact that Admir is his chosen name, and not the one written down on his personal documents. ]

[He shook his head silently at his commentary, sighing a little bit to himself]

If you're coming onto me, im not particularly intrested. Nothing against you, just... not my type. Besides, didnt you say you had a partner?

[He offered, remaining gentle with his... rejection? Perhaps it was more of setting a boundary instead. He highly doubted admir actually meant anything by his words]

But if it is a genuine question, yes, i would say you have quite the smile. I can see why you do well in this sort of environment... do customers tip well?

[An awkward pause]

... am I allowed to ask that? I apologize if that came off as intrusive.

[ Admir frowned, jokingly. He rolled his eyes, hand moving from curling his hair to prop his chin. The man continued with a light pout on his lips. ]

Relax, dude. It's not like it's an exclusive relationship, it's like.. an open, something, something. Plus, money is money.

Well.. Yeah. They do tip well. I spend extra time making myself look good in the morning just for an extra $20 bucks.

I apologize I just ah-.. I respect the hustle but I was already planning to tip you. You dont need to.. put yourself out there in that way. Not for me anyway.

[He looked to the clock and gave a small yawn. He wasnt particularly looking forward to another shift tomorrow at god knows when in the morning.]

Thats fair enough. I think anyone in a similar postion would probably do the same.

Only 20? Im sure you can do much better than that.

[He stretched momentarily, then ran a finger over the rim of his very finished drink]

Can I get another one of these?

You're mistaken. Around $20 per customer.

My shifts about to end soon, ah.. Your payment?

[He nodded accepting the 2nd drink without much further commentary]

That makes alot more sense.

[He nodded, pulling out his wallet. He shot a glance to his guards in the back of the bar... who were now playing some sort of card game? Intresting.]

I hope this will work?

[He slides over enough to cover the drinks-... along with a hefty tip]

I appreciate the conversation. Thank you for your time.

I hope you get some decent after such a long shift.

[ Admir accepts, counting the bills in his hands with a satisfied hum. You're plenty well off.. He pockets the money and chuckled. ]

Thanks for paying off my grocery for next week. Maybe I'll stop by and call your radio station sometime, Sergei.

[ The name felt fresh rolling off his tongue. A new acquaintance, something like that.. ]

What's the number, anyway?

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

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Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[He nodded along, smiling as the bartender spoke]

You say that as if I wasnt completely tripping over my words just moments prior. I feel my "smooth talking" is just limited to transitions between songs along with the occasional AD read.

[He finished off his drink, looking over at the seat next to him, imagining a gentleman sweeping the bartender off his feet, before shaking the image away.]

I suppose...

Ah- I apologize, I never caught your name... you are ah...?

Well, that slip up was a one time thing. If you were really exhausting to talk to, I would've served a different customer by now.

[ He catches you slipping a glimpse of the seat next to you— empty, of course. You'll never see the same way he does, he thought. The man's eyes move back to your eyes. ]

Admir. Admir Sokolov. It means prince, son of the falcon. What a name, am I right?

[He gave a small nod of approval to his comment, smiling to himself.]

Thank you- I appreciate that. But you dont need to waste such kind words on someone like myself.

[He trailed a finger across the wedge of lemon on his glass, thinking for a moment]

What a name indeed. I never thought i would have a prince serving me.

[He joked, flicking a finger against his glass.]

A much more extravagant name than my own. Sergei means ah.. servant.

Seems like we should be trading jobs or something.

[He looked off towards the various bottles on the wall.]

Ah. Who am I kidding. My service is with the people. Or.. something cheesy of the sort.

Servant, hmm? Being a radio host fits.

[ A light laugh at an unfunny joke. Please tip. ]

I like to think I'm a prince because I'm just so handsome, don't you think? People tell me that my smile is killer.

[ ... He leaves out the fact that Admir is his chosen name, and not the one written down on his personal documents. ]

[He shook his head silently at his commentary, sighing a little bit to himself]

If you're coming onto me, im not particularly intrested. Nothing against you, just... not my type. Besides, didnt you say you had a partner?

[He offered, remaining gentle with his... rejection? Perhaps it was more of setting a boundary instead. He highly doubted admir actually meant anything by his words]

But if it is a genuine question, yes, i would say you have quite the smile. I can see why you do well in this sort of environment... do customers tip well?

[An awkward pause]

... am I allowed to ask that? I apologize if that came off as intrusive.

[ Admir frowned, jokingly. He rolled his eyes, hand moving from curling his hair to prop his chin. The man continued with a light pout on his lips. ]

Relax, dude. It's not like it's an exclusive relationship, it's like.. an open, something, something. Plus, money is money.

Well.. Yeah. They do tip well. I spend extra time making myself look good in the morning just for an extra $20 bucks.

I apologize I just ah-.. I respect the hustle but I was already planning to tip you. You dont need to.. put yourself out there in that way. Not for me anyway.

[He looked to the clock and gave a small yawn. He wasnt particularly looking forward to another shift tomorrow at god knows when in the morning.]

Thats fair enough. I think anyone in a similar postion would probably do the same.

Only 20? Im sure you can do much better than that.

[He stretched momentarily, then ran a finger over the rim of his very finished drink]

Can I get another one of these?

You're mistaken. Around $20 per customer.

My shifts about to end soon, ah.. Your payment?

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[He nodded along, smiling as the bartender spoke]

You say that as if I wasnt completely tripping over my words just moments prior. I feel my "smooth talking" is just limited to transitions between songs along with the occasional AD read.

[He finished off his drink, looking over at the seat next to him, imagining a gentleman sweeping the bartender off his feet, before shaking the image away.]

I suppose...

Ah- I apologize, I never caught your name... you are ah...?

Well, that slip up was a one time thing. If you were really exhausting to talk to, I would've served a different customer by now.

[ He catches you slipping a glimpse of the seat next to you— empty, of course. You'll never see the same way he does, he thought. The man's eyes move back to your eyes. ]

Admir. Admir Sokolov. It means prince, son of the falcon. What a name, am I right?

[He gave a small nod of approval to his comment, smiling to himself.]

Thank you- I appreciate that. But you dont need to waste such kind words on someone like myself.

[He trailed a finger across the wedge of lemon on his glass, thinking for a moment]

What a name indeed. I never thought i would have a prince serving me.

[He joked, flicking a finger against his glass.]

A much more extravagant name than my own. Sergei means ah.. servant.

Seems like we should be trading jobs or something.

[He looked off towards the various bottles on the wall.]

Ah. Who am I kidding. My service is with the people. Or.. something cheesy of the sort.

Servant, hmm? Being a radio host fits.

[ A light laugh at an unfunny joke. Please tip. ]

I like to think I'm a prince because I'm just so handsome, don't you think? People tell me that my smile is killer.

[ ... He leaves out the fact that Admir is his chosen name, and not the one written down on his personal documents. ]

[He shook his head silently at his commentary, sighing a little bit to himself]

If you're coming onto me, im not particularly intrested. Nothing against you, just... not my type. Besides, didnt you say you had a partner?

[He offered, remaining gentle with his... rejection? Perhaps it was more of setting a boundary instead. He highly doubted admir actually meant anything by his words]

But if it is a genuine question, yes, i would say you have quite the smile. I can see why you do well in this sort of environment... do customers tip well?

[An awkward pause]

... am I allowed to ask that? I apologize if that came off as intrusive.

[ Admir frowned, jokingly. He rolled his eyes, hand moving from curling his hair to prop his chin. The man continued with a light pout on his lips. ]

Relax, dude. It's not like it's an exclusive relationship, it's like.. an open, something, something. Plus, money is money.

Well.. Yeah. They do tip well. I spend extra time making myself look good in the morning just for an extra $20 bucks.

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[He nodded along, smiling as the bartender spoke]

You say that as if I wasnt completely tripping over my words just moments prior. I feel my "smooth talking" is just limited to transitions between songs along with the occasional AD read.

[He finished off his drink, looking over at the seat next to him, imagining a gentleman sweeping the bartender off his feet, before shaking the image away.]

I suppose...

Ah- I apologize, I never caught your name... you are ah...?

Well, that slip up was a one time thing. If you were really exhausting to talk to, I would've served a different customer by now.

[ He catches you slipping a glimpse of the seat next to you— empty, of course. You'll never see the same way he does, he thought. The man's eyes move back to your eyes. ]

Admir. Admir Sokolov. It means prince, son of the falcon. What a name, am I right?

[He gave a small nod of approval to his comment, smiling to himself.]

Thank you- I appreciate that. But you dont need to waste such kind words on someone like myself.

[He trailed a finger across the wedge of lemon on his glass, thinking for a moment]

What a name indeed. I never thought i would have a prince serving me.

[He joked, flicking a finger against his glass.]

A much more extravagant name than my own. Sergei means ah.. servant.

Seems like we should be trading jobs or something.

[He looked off towards the various bottles on the wall.]

Ah. Who am I kidding. My service is with the people. Or.. something cheesy of the sort.

Servant, hmm? Being a radio host fits.

[ A light laugh at an unfunny joke. Please tip. ]

I like to think I'm a prince because I'm just so handsome, don't you think? People tell me that my smile is killer.

[ ... He leaves out the fact that Admir is his chosen name, and not the one written down on his personal documents. ]

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[He nodded along, smiling as the bartender spoke]

You say that as if I wasnt completely tripping over my words just moments prior. I feel my "smooth talking" is just limited to transitions between songs along with the occasional AD read.

[He finished off his drink, looking over at the seat next to him, imagining a gentleman sweeping the bartender off his feet, before shaking the image away.]

I suppose...

Ah- I apologize, I never caught your name... you are ah...?

Well, that slip up was a one time thing. If you were really exhausting to talk to, I would've served a different customer by now.

[ He catches you slipping a glimpse of the seat next to you— empty, of course. You'll never see the same way he does, he thought. The man's eyes move back to your eyes. ]

Admir. Admir Sokolov. It means prince, son of the falcon. What a name, am I right?

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[He was mildly surprised that after the whole prying into his career thing, that the bartender switched topics so quickly.]

Thats sweet. I was raised basically an only child, so I didnt really get much of those siblings bonds. Seems nice though.

[When he was asked the question of love, he gave a near belly laugh- he found the concept funny.]

No. No i dont. Im too busy to try to find any sort of ah-. Lover, I suppose.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic though. Think of all these cute date ideas for a future special someone, just never have the time to find em.

I get that. I used to think like that before the most dashing man sat right next to your seat right here..

[ Admir snickered, as if he wasn't talking about an old pudgy man with the cutest wrinkles cupping his eyes. He shrugged, letting the same two men circle his mind. ]

It'll come to you naturally, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta flirt a bit, yeah?

[ The bartender laughed, speaking from experience. ]

For a smooth talker like you, it shouldn't be that hard.

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

Again, I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. Im not the only one with a demanding job.

[He laughed, shaking his head, then finishing off about half of his drink. He really ought to keep his own thoughts a little more in check]

No I'm ah- a radio host. My name is Sergei Lisin.

[He offered awkwardly, plucking out the cherry from his glass and popping it into his mouth]

May I ask about that ring of yours? Looks... sentimental. I appreciate a good story, if you would be... willing to share.

Oh, this thing?

[ Admir props his hand up for you to see. He has the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face, following with a light chuckle as he looked down to idly twist it. ]

Nothing special, uh.. My brother got this for me on his first paycheck. I'm not married, or anything like that.

You have anyone you love? Y'know. If we're gonna talk about rings.

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

I meant six in the morning. Seems like we're in the same boat my friend.

[He chuckled, trailing a hand down his face and taking a slow sip of his drink]

Didnt mean to.. I apologize I forgot the word.. ah...

Lower..? No. Discriminate? Degrading..? Nope.. whats the word come on-

Supress? Your experiences? I apologize its late and well, its harder to recall this sort of thing haha. Normally im better with my words.

[He shifted to sit up straight, crossing his legs and taking another sip]

I truly hope you can get better hours soon. Thats horrible. Are you short staffed by any chance?

[When asked about his job, he paused a moment, debating between if he should say it, or give some sort of bs about "confidentiality]

[He shot a look towards his guards, then sighed and looked back to the bartender]

I dont suppose you have a radio 'round here?

It's fine, it's fine. Yeah, we are short staffed. Just me and 5 other bartenders with a shitty manager that never comes to check.

[ Admir shrugged, toying with his gloved hands— noticeably with a sliver band wrapped around his middle finger. A simple beaded bracelet circled around his wrist, of the hand-made sort. ]

Radio? Eh.. In the break room. We use speakers for the music.

What, are you Gentleman's Castle's new hire? Quizzo?

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

Definitely closer to the latter. I wouldnt call it shitty, just... long. You ever work from 6 to-... what time is it? I only just got off.

[He looked down at his wrist, which held an expensive looking watch. He shrugged again, looking back up to catch the drink sliding his way]

Thank you.

Oh, honey, I've been here since morning shift. Nothing like working late and going home the next morning..

[ The man shrugged. He then glanced at the watch. Clearly you wouldn't relate to his money-grubbing struggles.. At least that's what he assumes. ]

What do you work as, anyway?

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

Yes, that will do just fine, thank you.

[He watched as the drink was made, semi-mesmerized. He pointed towards the rim of the glass]

Can I have a maraschino cherry with that?

[He laughed again at the tease. He seemed to not mind the jabs much- hes heard worse on the station.]

Just because I can, doesnt mean I will. Besides, I think this tastes much better. May be a silly reason, but-

[He shrugged, watching the way the water condensation beaded on the glass]

Its my favorite for a reason.

Sure. Won't charge you, don't tell my boss.

Why'd you come to the bar? Bad break up? Shitty shift?

[ Admir then nudged the glass your way with a light nod. Ignored his comment about Draag.. So you are somewhat to do with them. He'll prod till you bite. ]

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

[Sergei was honestly surprised that someone came up to him so quickly. He learned very quickly that people tended to keep some distance when two fully armed guards were always trailing behind you.]

[He gave a well natured laugh at the man's comment, clearly this bartender has seen alot in his time.]

I'll take a Tom Collins- unless you have any recommendations?

[He rested a hand on his right cheek, shooting a grin up at the bar tender.]

That's alright. Just a light drink?

I'd assume someone affiliated with Draag like you would be handling harder liquor.

[Off in the back the guards sat at a table silently, watching his movements like a hawk.]

@the-lies-in-the-books

Mr. High Profile, what can I get you?

[ —With that bright customer service smile, of course. Bootlicker or not, he could use some cash. ]

know-i-loathe-you

[ A letter is left in front of your door, fashioned with a light orange stamp. ]

[ The moment it's seen, the letter is taken inside, sheltered as if it's the last living plant on a dying planet. ]

[ Once in his room, Lin opens the letter with an excited little smile. ]

#paying in naivety #ooc: ok my fatass thumb keeps pressing the Q instead of A and #im paranoid that the letters arent right so i provided the translation #soo ........#<3

ꓘƌДƌѺ Μ᮵X̶𑪽 ѺЛX̶,

Mahal kong Lin,

ƌΜЛX̶𑪽 𐊿ЛX̶Σƌ… ΜAꓘA𐊿Σƌ ƌX̶𑪽 ƌⴽƌB ꓘ᮵? ꓘƌΣƌ𑪽ƌѺ-Σƌ𑪽ƌѺ 𖬡ЛX̶ Ɲƌ𑪽᮵ ƌΜ᮵ X̶ƌΜƌ𐊿AѺƌΣ. ŴƌΣƌBƌⴽЛX̶ ꓘ᮵ ƌΜ᮵ ΜAX̶𑪽 X̶𑪽ƌ⅃᮵X̶ ѺƌX̶𑪽– X̶ЛѺƌꓘ᮵X̶ ѺƌX̶𑪽 ΣƌѺƌ𑪽ƌ ƌΜ᮵ X̶𑪽 ΣⴽƌƝƌД᮵ X̶ЛΣ᮵X̶𑪽 ꓘ𑪽ƌ X̶ƌΜƌⴽƌƌX̶𑪽 ѺЛX̶𑪽𑪽᮵. ƌѺƌꓘ ꓘ᮵ X̶ƌꓘƌX̶ ΜAX̶𑪽 ŴƌƌX̶᮵ ƌΜ᮵ ΜƌŴƌ𑪽 𖬡ƌ𑪽𐊿ƌ ƌX̶𑪽 Σƌ᮵ ƌΣ 𐊿AX̶᮵𖬡-𐊿AX̶᮵𖬡 ƌX̶𑪽 ΜƌЛѺƌX̶𑪽ƌX̶ ƌ𐊿ЛΜƌ𐊿AДЛX̶.

Aking sinta… kumusta ang mga araw mo? Matagal-tagal din bago ako nakasulat. Patawarin mo ako kung ngayon lang—nilamon lang talaga ako ng trabaho nitong mga nakaraang linggo. Alam mo naman kung paano ako kapag dagsa ang tao at sunod-sunod ang kailangang asikasuhin.

ŴƆⴽ᮵ 𐊿ƌ ΜƌƝЛѺƌ X̶𑪽 Ŵƌ𑪽᮵𖬡 ƌΣ ЛX̶𑪽ƌ⅃ 𐊿ƌ ŴƌѺЛ𑪽Л𖬡, ЛΜƌB Ŵƌ ⴽЛX̶ ƌX̶𑪽 ŴƌДЛX̶𑪽ƌ X̶𑪽 Л𐊿ЛŴ Μ᮵. ꓘƌ𖬡ƌѺƌ𐊿 ΜЛΣƌX̶𑪽 ꓘƌƌѺƌѺƌ 𐊿ƌ Ŵƌ𑪽ЛΣƌX̶ X̶𑪽 ꓘ𑪽ƌ 𐊿ƌX̶𖬡ƌѺЛX̶𑪽 ΣƌДЛꓘЛΜ X̶𑪽 Ɲƌⴽ– ŴƌⴽƌX̶𑪽 ДЛX̶ƌДƌX̶ƌŴ X̶𑪽 ŴA𐊿᮵ Μ᮵ ƌX̶𑪽 ŴⴽƆ𐊿ƆX̶𐊿⅃ƌ ꓘ᮵. ЛƝƌ ƌX̶𑪽 ѺAX̶𑪽Μ᮵Σ ΜƌŴƌ𑪽 BƌѺƌ Μƌ.

Pero sa kabila ng pagod at ingay sa paligid, ikaw pa rin ang pahinga ng isip ko. Madalas kitang maalala sa pagitan ng mga sandaling tahimik ang bar—parang hinahanap ng puso ko ang presensya mo. Iba ang lungkot kapag wala ka.

ƌΣ ΜƌДЛΣ ꓘƆ𖬡⅃᮵ ДAѺЛ X̶ƌ, X̶ƌЛ𐊿 ΜЛΣƌX̶𑪽 Ɲ𐊿ΣЛЛX̶ X̶𑪽 ꓘƌѺЛ𑪽ƌ⅃ƌX̶𑪽 ƌⴽƌB X̶𑪽 ŴA𐊿᮵, ƌΜЛX̶𑪽 𐊿ЛX̶Σƌ. ДЛX̶𖬡Л ꓘƌX̶ ƌΜ᮵ X̶ƌΜƌŴƌ𑪽ДƌX̶𖬡ƌ ᮵ X̶ƌΜƌŴƌ𑪽𐊿ƌƝЛ ƌ𑪽ƌ𖬡, ДЛX̶𖬡Л X̶ƌƝƌBƌ𐊿ƌX̶ ƌX̶𑪽 Ŵƌ𑪽ꓘƌꓘƌДƌѺ Μ᮵ Ŵƌⴽƌ 𐊿ƌ’⅃᮵. ΜAX̶𑪽 ꓘƌƌƌⴽЛ ѺƌX̶𑪽, ЛƝЛƝЛ𑪽ƌ⅃ Μ᮵ 𐊿ƌ’⅃᮵ ƌX̶𑪽 ѺƌДƌΣ X̶𑪽 ᮵ⴽƌ𐊿 X̶ƌ ЛŴЛX̶ƌ𑪽ΜƌЛΣ X̶𑪽 ΣⴽƌƝƌД᮵.

At kahit medyo huli na, nais pa rin kitang batiin ng Maligayang Araw ng mga Puso, aking sinta. Hindi man ako nakapaghanda o nakapagsabi agad, hindi nabawasan ang pagmamahal ko para sa’yo. Kung maaari lang, ibibigay ko sa’yo ang lahat ng oras na ipinagkait ng trabaho.

𐊿ƌX̶ƌ’⅃ ꓘƌAX̶ƌBƌƌX̶ ꓘ᮵ ƌX̶𑪽 Ŵƌ𑪽ΜƌƌX̶ΣƌѺƌ Μ᮵. ꓘƌ𐊿 ѺƌѺ᮵ ΜЛΣƌX̶𑪽 ŴЛX̶ƌДƌДƌѺƌ𑪽ƌДƌX̶ 𐊿ƌ ƝƌBƌΣ ƌⴽƌB X̶ƌ ДЛX̶𖬡Л ΜЛΣƌ ΜƌŴЛѺЛX̶𑪽. ДƌX̶𑪽𑪽ƌX̶𑪽 𐊿ƌ ꓘAѺЛ X̶ƌΣЛX̶𑪽 Ŵƌ𑪽ΜЛΜЛΣƌ, ЛЛX̶𑪽ƌΣƌX̶ Μ᮵ ƌX̶𑪽 ƝƌBƌΣ ƌѺƌƌѺƌ X̶ƌΣЛX̶𑪽 𖬡ƌѺƌBƌ.

Sana’y maunawaan mo ang pagkaantala ko. Mas lalo kitang pinahahalagahan sa bawat araw na hindi kita kapiling. Hanggang sa muli nating pagkikita, iingatan ko ang bawat alaala nating dalawa.

Ѻƌ𑪽ЛX̶𑪽 X̶ƌ𑪽ꓘƌꓘƌДƌѺ,

Laging nagmamahal,

ꓘЛⴽ

Mir

m4dm4n-4nd-polluted

[ A letter is tucked snuggly in a corner of your secluded tent, fashioned with an orange stamp.. slightly crooked. ]

[ every wary of just how the hell someone had managed to find his camp and why they'd leave a letter, curiosity drove him to snatch it up regardless. Sitting criss-cross on the ground and flipping it over in his hands a few times, he huffed softly, and then peeled the envelope open ]