Craziness is fun

I like to draw.

[fmpunk2]

Pedrolino

[fmpunk2]

Arlecchino

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

“Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don’t care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! ”

[faalthien]

Levi freezes for a moment. His megalomaniac coworker is the last thing he wants on top of the rest today. The basement is clean, he cleaned it three days ago. He isn’t the most perfect person, but no one can have any problem with his standard of cleanliness. “Right, boss.” He says sarcastically. Oswald is no boss. They are coworkers, equal in all but enthusiasm. Levi passes the other man, fishing out his phone, picked up on the faint buzz before the ringing. He checks it then picks it up.

[fmpunk2]

~That little bastard! Now he’s hanging on his phone. Whatever, back to the plan. When Mr Falcon arrives everything has to be just perfect.~ ( phone ringing ) “Good afternoon, it’s the Titans here. What can I do for you? Mr Falcon! Yes, of course your reservation is still booked. One more? Yes, Mr Falcon, do think of that as it’s already done. Anything else I can do? Thank you, thank you sir! Have a nice day, sir! … Levi!”

[faalthien]

“Fuck you, Eyebrows, you know that I’m working.” Levi mutters into the phone as he makes his way down to the basement. His eyes narrow. It Is messy, cardboard boxes lying around without any kind of order, some of them truncated and their bits haphazardly thrown. Some fuckers sneaked down here again during the weekend, thinking it’s more fun. He starts to pick up the pieces, letting Erwin’s murmuring voice drone out any noise what may come from above. “Yeah, don’t shit yourself, old man. I’m” Then, before he could finish his sentence, Oswald’s voice cuts through his little bubble of peace. “Fuck. You sure I can’t kill him?…. Yeah, I’m going. Talk to you. And I’m holding you to that.” There is a slight smirk on his lips as he ends the call, not waiting for his boyfriend’s answer. “What?” He barks as he steps into the bar again.

[fmpunk2]

“ Mr Falcon and his partners are taking dinner here tonight. I want you to lay the great table nicely, in the VIP room. And for God’s sake, be a little gentle when you seating them. Or at least just don’t say anything at all.They can be very important partners for us, if we play our cards well. So if you don’t want to be a barboy of a middle class pub for a lifetime, then you do what I’ve said and let me talk. And wear a fucking tie! ” After Oswald said everything he wanted to say, he takes up the phone and makes some other calls, that is not exactly in order  of reservation discussion.

[faalthien]

Levi just stares. He nearly feels his eye twitch, but in the end, all what remains is a little more disgusted scrowl than his usual. For a moment he would like to ask the other man if he ever laid a table anything but nice. Or that why should he wear a fucking tie over his long-sleeved, black tshirt. (He has a shirt in the back, of course, but rarely sees the point in taking it out.) He thinks of all the reasons why this job is important to him, and lets it go. Or at least he tires, until his phone buzzes again. He takes it out, the muscles in his jaw and around his eyes taunt. “Yes, again?” He squeezes it between his shoulder and ear, heading towards the private room. The curses he doesn’t say are practically readable around him.

[fmpunk2]

A costumer comes in the pub with a nosy visage on his face. He’s pale, tall but not too tall his head is shaved and his suit is well-cut. He walks straight to the counter. “ Whiskey. Double. Without any ice. “ “ 2.30 $ ” “ So, you are Oswald “ “ It depends .. who are you? “ The stranger smiles but doesn’t looks at him. He looks into the mirror behind the glasses. “ You don’t have to know my name. So this is your place?” ” Excuse me sir, but I don’t answer questions from any strangers ” The man unbuttons his jacket and shows his badge right next to his gun in its case. Then he slowly hides it, and drinks his glass of whiskey. ~ A crow ~ “ I’m not any stranger. “ “ Levi! Can you get the shift for a second? “

[faalthien]

Levi lays the tables with his phone still tucked under his ear, placing the cutlery with a simple precision. The nonstoppable monologue of his boss’ from his mobile makes his expression a bit more stained that it was. “I understand how important is your mission, but this now is more urgent. [….] You will be granted my support if anything suffers a throw-back from this [….] I need you there [….] Preferably now [….]” He can’t do anything but agree. Not like it matters. He finishes up the room not long after Dawk finally shuts up, then lingers for a minute to shoot a text. He can already hear Oswald calling for him while it. He doesn’t know what would happen if he didn’t have particular talent for laying tables. His phone is out again as he walks into the main room. He swears he is going to feed the damn thing to a shark one day. Not sure, where he will find one, but he will manage. “Yeah, for… 8 minutes.”

[fmpunk2]

“ I will be back in a minute. Sir, would you follow me? “ The stranger assesses Levi for a moment as he joins Oswald on the way to the VIP room.Those boozers and laborers in the middle class, some mugger and tons of petty criminals who still visit this old pub on the edge of a city of crime are not coming today. At least not yet. The entire bar is empty, unless some crazy thief comes in and drinks cheep beer. But not tonight. This night starts at 17:00. Oswald made sure that it’s going to be that way. “ You must be the visitor? “  The bald man still not looking in the eyes, not even when Oswald talks to him. They sit down to a private liquor cabinet. Oswald offers some scotch for him but he doesn’t seem interested. “Well, I am not exactly the owner of the pub. But you can trust me, it won’t be a barrier for our business.” “ I’m not trusting anyone. It seems like a silent place. No cops, no journalists, no danger. Although the other barman is a little strange.” “ He is not going to be a problem. “ “ No he’s not. However you have to do something with this place. It’s not … in style. “ “ I will, I will. I just need some time and a little financial capital. ” “ We’ll see after tonight. “ The stranger stands up and walks to the door, takes a last look at the place and step out on the threshold. “ Thank you Levi, you are free to go now. ”

[faalthien]

Levi stands behind the counter. It’s a real surprise that the other man doesn’t have anything to add to his time limit. Not that he misses it, but it’s clear that with the visitor - he wouldn’t call him a customer after this - you could blow a canon in the bar and the Penguin wouldn’t even flinch at your direction. Steel gray eyes follow the pair. The bar is silent, but the noise from outside makes it almost impossible to hear anything from them. Levi’s scrowl deepens just a little bit. He knows they would need him there today. But he has about two minutes left. It’s one more minute after that, and Oswald returns while the stranger leaves. Levi just silently steps out from behind the counter and goes to grab his stuff. If everything goes right, he will be out the door in two other minutes.

[fmpunk2]

** “Thank you Butch. This is more than we were agreed on. It’s in the hope of a long term collaboration.” Oswald gives a roll of money to Butch  and claps his shoulder, then he disappears as fast as he can. Now that the bar is empty and the whole area of it is tranquil, thanks for Butch, Oswald stands in the center of the hall and waits. 3..2..1.. A strange bald man stands in the door, takes a fast look around and stares at the tiny man with the big smile on his face. “Mr Cobblepot, am I right?” “ You are very right sir!” One..two..three bald man in the building, none of them wearing the crow badge, but what they do wear is well cut suits and big all hats. When the last one is in, Oswald shows them the way tho the VIP room, acting as calm as he can just pretend to be. ~Were is that little bastard?! If he is ever coming back I am going to kill him!~

[faalthien]

***

It’s half one am when Levi staggers home, exhausted. The flat is silent, dark. He peels off his combat boots and smears some dirt on his face even further. He desires nothing more than a hot enough shower to melt off his skin.  He doesn’t acknowledge the half-sitting form of a man in the queen-sized bed as he walks across the bedroom. The clothes used in mission, stiff from the protecting padding and the sweat and dirt dried on them, end up on the bathroom floor. He wouldn’t want to put them even into the laundry basket.The tiles are the easiest to get rid of shit from. And though he wants nothing more than to left in peace from his work, ha can’t stop as his thoughts wander to the bar and that what happened there today (yesterday). If everything went well, the penguin must be pleased out of his mind, creating a small kingdom of a bar licking the big guys’ asses. If not… then a big clean-up is the best case scenario. Levi can’t exactly decide what he wants. There is no easy way. 

After what feels like too short the water starts to turn cold. He decides it doesn’t worth the wait until there is more warm water, so he just turns off the tap and steps out. There is a subtle smile - tight from tension and exhaustion but still grateful - as he accepts a fluffy towel from the big blonde lounging in the space what the open door separating the bathroom and the bedroom left behind. 

[fmpunk2]

~It wasn’t what I expected.~ The last bald man left the Titans. Oswald closes the door steps behind the bar counter takes a bottle of Vodka from the shelf and fill a glass with it, then drinks it as fast as it’s possible. “That is not what I expected. Mr Falcon didn’t turned up. But why? I took care of everything he just asked me. It was the perfect time, the perfect place. He has no trust in me. Now everything I want to discuss I have to tell Zsasz at the first place. That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t respect me. It doesn’t matter now, but I have to do something about it soon. Now.. Where is that good for nothing bastard, Levi?! “

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

“Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don’t care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! ”

[faalthien]

Levi freezes for a moment. His megalomaniac coworker is the last thing he wants on top of the rest today. The basement is clean, he cleaned it three days ago. He isn’t the most perfect person, but no one can have any problem with his standard of cleanliness. “Right, boss.” He says sarcastically. Oswald is no boss. They are coworkers, equal in all but enthusiasm. Levi passes the other man, fishing out his phone, picked up on the faint buzz before the ringing. He checks it then picks it up.

[fmpunk2]

~That little bastard! Now he’s hanging on his phone. Whatever, back to the plan. When Mr Falcon arrives everything has to be just perfect.~ ( phone ringing ) “Good afternoon, it’s the Titans here. What can I do for you? Mr Falcon! Yes, of course your reservation is still booked. One more? Yes, Mr Falcon, do think of that as it’s already done. Anything else I can do? Thank you, thank you sir! Have a nice day, sir! … Levi!”

[faalthien]

“Fuck you, Eyebrows, you know that I’m working.” Levi mutters into the phone as he makes his way down to the basement. His eyes narrow. It Is messy, cardboard boxes lying around without any kind of order, some of them truncated and their bits haphazardly thrown. Some fuckers sneaked down here again during the weekend, thinking it’s more fun. He starts to pick up the pieces, letting Erwin’s murmuring voice drone out any noise what may come from above. “Yeah, don’t shit yourself, old man. I’m” Then, before he could finish his sentence, Oswald’s voice cuts through his little bubble of peace. “Fuck. You sure I can’t kill him?…. Yeah, I’m going. Talk to you. And I’m holding you to that.” There is a slight smirk on his lips as he ends the call, not waiting for his boyfriend’s answer. “What?” He barks as he steps into the bar again.

[fmpunk2]

“ Mr Falcon and his partners are taking dinner here tonight. I want you to lay the great table nicely, in the VIP room. And for God’s sake, be a little gentle when you seating them. Or at least just don’t say anything at all.They can be very important partners for us, if we play our cards well. So if you don’t want to be a barboy of a middle class pub for a lifetime, then you do what I’ve said and let me talk. And wear a fucking tie! ” After Oswald said everything he wanted to say, he takes up the phone and makes some other calls, that is not exactly in order  of reservation discussion.

[faalthien]

Levi just stares. He nearly feels his eye twitch, but in the end, all what remains is a little more disgusted scrowl than his usual. For a moment he would like to ask the other man if he ever laid a table anything but nice. Or that why should he wear a fucking tie over his long-sleeved, black tshirt. (He has a shirt in the back, of course, but rarely sees the point in taking it out.) He thinks of all the reasons why this job is important to him, and lets it go. Or at least he tires, until his phone buzzes again. He takes it out, the muscles in his jaw and around his eyes taunt. “Yes, again?” He squeezes it between his shoulder and ear, heading towards the private room. The curses he doesn’t say are practically readable around him.

[fmpunk2]

A costumer comes in the pub with a nosy visage on his face. He’s pale, tall but not too tall his head is shaved and his suit is well-cut. He walks straight to the counter. “ Whiskey. Double. Without any ice. “ “ 2.30 $ ” “ So, you are Oswald “ “ It depends .. who are you? “ The stranger smiles but doesn’t looks at him. He looks into the mirror behind the glasses. “ You don’t have to know my name. So this is your place?” ” Excuse me sir, but I don’t answer questions from any strangers ” The man unbuttons his jacket and shows his badge right next to his gun in its case. Then he slowly hides it, and drinks his glass of whiskey. ~ A crow ~ “ I’m not any stranger. “ “ Levi! Can you get the shift for a second? “

[faalthien]

Levi lays the tables with his phone still tucked under his ear, placing the cutlery with a simple precision. The nonstoppable monologue of his boss’ from his mobile makes his expression a bit more stained that it was. “I understand how important is your mission, but this now is more urgent. [….] You will be granted my support if anything suffers a throw-back from this [….] I need you there [….] Preferably now [….]” He can’t do anything but agree. Not like it matters. He finishes up the room not long after Dawk finally shuts up, then lingers for a minute to shoot a text. He can already hear Oswald calling for him while it. He doesn’t know what would happen if he didn’t have particular talent for laying tables. His phone is out again as he walks into the main room. He swears he is going to feed the damn thing to a shark one day. Not sure, where he will find one, but he will manage. “Yeah, for… 8 minutes.”

[fmpunk2]

“ I will be back in a minute. Sir, would you follow me? “ The stranger assesses Levi for a moment as he joins Oswald on the way to the VIP room.Those boozers and laborers in the middle class, some mugger and tons of petty criminals who still visit this old pub on the edge of a city of crime are not coming today. At least not yet. The entire bar is empty, unless some crazy thief comes in and drinks cheep beer. But not tonight. This night starts at 17:00. Oswald made sure that it’s going to be that way. “ You must be the visitor? “  The bald man still not looking in the eyes, not even when Oswald talks to him. They sit down to a private liquor cabinet. Oswald offers some scotch for him but he doesn’t seem interested. “Well, I am not exactly the owner of the pub. But you can trust me, it won’t be a barrier for our business.” “ I’m not trusting anyone. It seems like a silent place. No cops, no journalists, no danger. Although the other barman is a little strange.” “ He is not going to be a problem. “ “ No he’s not. However you have to do something with this place. It’s not … in style. “ “ I will, I will. I just need some time and a little financial capital. ” “ We’ll see after tonight. “ The stranger stands up and walks to the door, takes a last look at the place and step out on the threshold. “ Thank you Levi, you are free to go now. ”

[faalthien]

Levi stands behind the counter. It’s a real surprise that the other man doesn’t have anything to add to his time limit. Not that he misses it, but it’s clear that with the visitor - he wouldn’t call him a customer after this - you could blow a canon in the bar and the Penguin wouldn’t even flinch at your direction. Steel gray eyes follow the pair. The bar is silent, but the noise from outside makes it almost impossible to hear anything from them. Levi’s scrowl deepens just a little bit. He knows they would need him there today. But he has about two minutes left. It’s one more minute after that, and Oswald returns while the stranger leaves. Levi just silently steps out from behind the counter and goes to grab his stuff. If everything goes right, he will be out the door in two other minutes.

[fmpunk2]

** “Thank you Butch. This is more than we were agreed on. It’s in the hope of a long term collaboration.” Oswald gives a roll of money to Butch  and claps his shoulder, then he disappears as fast as he can. Now that the bar is empty and the whole area of it is tranquil, thanks for Butch, Oswald stands in the center of the hall and waits. 3..2..1.. A strange bald man stands in the door, takes a fast look around and stares at the tiny man with the big smile on his face. “Mr Cobblepot, am I right?” “ You are very right sir!” One..two..three bald man in the building, none of them wearing the crow badge, but what they do wear is well cut suits and big all hats. When the last one is in, Oswald shows them the way tho the VIP room, acting as calm as he can just pretend to be. ~Were is that little bastard?! If he is ever coming back I am going to kill him!~

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

“Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don’t care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! ”

[faalthien]

Levi freezes for a moment. His megalomaniac coworker is the last thing he wants on top of the rest today. The basement is clean, he cleaned it three days ago. He isn’t the most perfect person, but no one can have any problem with his standard of cleanliness. “Right, boss.” He says sarcastically. Oswald is no boss. They are coworkers, equal in all but enthusiasm. Levi passes the other man, fishing out his phone, picked up on the faint buzz before the ringing. He checks it then picks it up.

[fmpunk2]

~That little bastard! Now he’s hanging on his phone. Whatever, back to the plan. When Mr Falcon arrives everything has to be just perfect.~ ( phone ringing ) “Good afternoon, it’s the Titans here. What can I do for you? Mr Falcon! Yes, of course your reservation is still booked. One more? Yes, Mr Falcon, do think of that as it’s already done. Anything else I can do? Thank you, thank you sir! Have a nice day, sir! … Levi!”

[faalthien]

“Fuck you, Eyebrows, you know that I’m working.” Levi mutters into the phone as he makes his way down to the basement. His eyes narrow. It Is messy, cardboard boxes lying around without any kind of order, some of them truncated and their bits haphazardly thrown. Some fuckers sneaked down here again during the weekend, thinking it’s more fun. He starts to pick up the pieces, letting Erwin’s murmuring voice drone out any noise what may come from above. “Yeah, don’t shit yourself, old man. I’m” Then, before he could finish his sentence, Oswald’s voice cuts through his little bubble of peace. “Fuck. You sure I can’t kill him?…. Yeah, I’m going. Talk to you. And I’m holding you to that.” There is a slight smirk on his lips as he ends the call, not waiting for his boyfriend’s answer. “What?” He barks as he steps into the bar again.

[fmpunk2]

“ Mr Falcon and his partners are taking dinner here tonight. I want you to lay the great table nicely, in the VIP room. And for God’s sake, be a little gentle when you seating them. Or at least just don’t say anything at all.They can be very important partners for us, if we play our cards well. So if you don’t want to be a barboy of a middle class pub for a lifetime, then you do what I’ve said and let me talk. And wear a fucking tie! ” After Oswald said everything he wanted to say, he takes up the phone and makes some other calls, that is not exactly in order  of reservation discussion.

[faalthien]

Levi just stares. He nearly feels his eye twitch, but in the end, all what remains is a little more disgusted scrowl than his usual. For a moment he would like to ask the other man if he ever laid a table anything but nice. Or that why should he wear a fucking tie over his long-sleeved, black tshirt. (He has a shirt in the back, of course, but rarely sees the point in taking it out.) He thinks of all the reasons why this job is important to him, and lets it go. Or at least he tires, until his phone buzzes again. He takes it out, the muscles in his jaw and around his eyes taunt. “Yes, again?” He squeezes it between his shoulder and ear, heading towards the private room. The curses he doesn’t say are practically readable around him.

[fmpunk2]

A costumer comes in the pub with a nosy visage on his face. He’s pale, tall but not too tall his head is shaved and his suit is well-cut. He walks straight to the counter. “ Whiskey. Double. Without any ice. “ “ 2.30 $ ” “ So, you are Oswald “ “ It depends .. who are you? “ The stranger smiles but doesn’t looks at him. He looks into the mirror behind the glasses. “ You don’t have to know my name. So this is your place?” ” Excuse me sir, but I don’t answer questions from any strangers ” The man unbuttons his jacket and shows his badge right next to his gun in its case. Then he slowly hides it, and drinks his glass of whiskey. ~ A crow ~ “ I’m not any stranger. “ “ Levi! Can you get the shift for a second? “

[faalthien]

Levi lays the tables with his phone still tucked under his ear, placing the cutlery with a simple precision. The nonstoppable monologue of his boss’ from his mobile makes his expression a bit more stained that it was. “I understand how important is your mission, but this now is more urgent. [….] You will be granted my support if anything suffers a throw-back from this [….] I need you there [….] Preferably now [….]” He can’t do anything but agree. Not like it matters. He finishes up the room not long after Dawk finally shuts up, then lingers for a minute to shoot a text. He can already hear Oswald calling for him while it. He doesn’t know what would happen if he didn’t have particular talent for laying tables. His phone is out again as he walks into the main room. He swears he is going to feed the damn thing to a shark one day. Not sure, where he will find one, but he will manage. “Yeah, for… 8 minutes.”

[fmpunk2]

“ I will be back in a minute. Sir, would you follow me? “ The stranger assesses Levi for a moment as he joins Oswald on the way to the VIP room.Those boozers and laborers in the middle class, some mugger and tons of petty criminals who still visit this old pub on the edge of a city of crime are not coming today. At least not yet. The entire bar is empty, unless some crazy thief comes in and drinks cheep beer. But not tonight. This night starts at 17:00. Oswald made sure that it’s going to be that way. “ You must be the visitor? “  The bald man still not looking in the eyes, not even when Oswald talks to him. They sit down to a private liquor cabinet. Oswald offers some scotch for him but he doesn’t seem interested. “Well, I am not exactly the owner of the pub. But you can trust me, it won’t be a barrier for our business.” “ I’m not trusting anyone. It seems like a silent place. No cops, no journalists, no danger. Although the other barman is a little strange.” “ He is not going to be a problem. “ “ No he’s not. However you have to do something with this place. It’s not ... in style. “ “ I will, I will. I just need some time and a little financial capital. ” “ We’ll see after tonight. “ The stranger stands up and walks to the door, takes a last look at the place and step out on the threshold. “ Thank you Levi, you are free to go now. ”

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

“Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don’t care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! ”

[faalthien]

Levi freezes for a moment. His megalomaniac coworker is the last thing he wants on top of the rest today. The basement is clean, he cleaned it three days ago. He isn’t the most perfect person, but no one can have any problem with his standard of cleanliness. “Right, boss.” He says sarcastically. Oswald is no boss. They are coworkers, equal in all but enthusiasm. Levi passes the other man, fishing out his phone, picked up on the faint buzz before the ringing. He checks it then picks it up.

[fmpunk2]

~That little bastard! Now he’s hanging on his phone. Whatever, back to the plan. When Mr Falcon arrives everything has to be just perfect.~ ( phone ringing ) “Good afternoon, it’s the Titans here. What can I do for you? Mr Falcon! Yes, of course your reservation is still booked. One more? Yes, Mr Falcon, do think of that as it’s already done. Anything else I can do? Thank you, thank you sir! Have a nice day, sir! … Levi!”

[faalthien]

“Fuck you, Eyebrows, you know that I’m working.” Levi mutters into the phone as he makes his way down to the basement. His eyes narrow. It Is messy, cardboard boxes lying around without any kind of order, some of them truncated and their bits haphazardly thrown. Some fuckers sneaked down here again during the weekend, thinking it’s more fun. He starts to pick up the pieces, letting Erwin’s murmuring voice drone out any noise what may come from above. “Yeah, don’t shit yourself, old man. I’m” Then, before he could finish his sentence, Oswald’s voice cuts through his little bubble of peace. “Fuck. You sure I can’t kill him?…. Yeah, I’m going. Talk to you. And I’m holding you to that.” There is a slight smirk on his lips as he ends the call, not waiting for his boyfriend’s answer. “What?” He barks as he steps into the bar again.

[fmpunk2]

“ Mr Falcon and his partners are taking dinner here tonight. I want you to lay the great table nicely, in the VIP room. And for God’s sake, be a little gentle when you seating them. Or at least just don’t say anything at all.They can be very important partners for us, if we play our cards well. So if you don’t want to be a barboy of a middle class pub for a lifetime, then you do what I’ve said and let me talk. And wear a fucking tie! ” After Oswald said everything he wanted to say, he takes up the phone and makes some other calls, that is not exactly in order  of reservation discussion.

[faalthien]

Levi just stares. He nearly feels his eye twitch, but in the end, all what remains is a little more disgusted scrowl than his usual. For a moment he would like to ask the other man if he ever laid a table anything but nice. Or that why should he wear a fucking tie over his long-sleeved, black tshirt. (He has a shirt in the back, of course, but rarely sees the point in taking it out.) He thinks of all the reasons why this job is important to him, and lets it go. Or at least he tires, until his phone buzzes again. He takes it out, the muscles in his jaw and around his eyes taunt. “Yes, again?” He squeezes it between his shoulder and ear, heading towards the private room. The curses he doesn’t say are practically readable around him.

[fmpunk2]

A costumer comes in the pub with a nosy visage on his face. He’s pale, tall but not too tall his head is shaved and his suit is well-cut. He walks straight to the counter. “ Whiskey. Double. Without any ice. “ “ 2.30 $ ” “ So, you are Oswald “ “ It depends .. who are you? “ The stranger smiles but doesn’t looks at him. He looks into the mirror behind the glasses. “ You don’t have to know my name. So this is your place?” ” Excuse me sir, but I don’t answer questions from any strangers ” The man unbuttons his jacket and shows his badge right next to his gun in its case. Then he slowly hides it, and drinks his glass of whiskey. ~ A crow ~ “ I’m not any stranger. “ “ Levi! Can you get the shift for a second? “

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

“Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don’t care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! ”

[faalthien]

Levi freezes for a moment. His megalomaniac coworker is the last thing he wants on top of the rest today. The basement is clean, he cleaned it three days ago. He isn’t the most perfect person, but no one can have any problem with his standard of cleanliness. “Right, boss.” He says sarcastically. Oswald is no boss. They are coworkers, equal in all but enthusiasm. Levi passes the other man, fishing out his phone, picked up on the faint buzz before the ringing. He checks it then picks it up.

[fmpunk2]

~That little bastard! Now he’s hanging on his phone. Whatever, back to the plan. When Mr Falcon arrives everything has to be just perfect.~ ( phone ringing ) “Good afternoon, it’s the Titans here. What can I do for you? Mr Falcon! Yes, of course your reservation is still booked. One more? Yes, Mr Falcon, do think of that as it’s already done. Anything else I can do? Thank you, thank you sir! Have a nice day, sir! … Levi!”

[faalthien]

“Fuck you, Eyebrows, you know that I’m working.” Levi mutters into the phone as he makes his way down to the basement. His eyes narrow. It Is messy, cardboard boxes lying around without any kind of order, some of them truncated and their bits haphazardly thrown. Some fuckers sneaked down here again during the weekend, thinking it’s more fun. He starts to pick up the pieces, letting Erwin’s murmuring voice drone out any noise what may come from above. “Yeah, don’t shit yourself, old man. I’m” Then, before he could finish his sentence, Oswald’s voice cuts through his little bubble of peace. “Fuck. You sure I can’t kill him?…. Yeah, I’m going. Talk to you. And I’m holding you to that.” There is a slight smirk on his lips as he ends the call, not waiting for his boyfriend’s answer. “What?” He barks as he steps into the bar again.

[fmpunk2]

“ Mr Falcon and his partners are taking dinner here tonight. I want you to lay the great table nicely, in the VIP room. And for God’s sake, be a little gentle when you seating them. Or at least just don’t say anything at all.They can be very important partners for us, if we play our cards well. So if you don’t want to be a barboy of a middle class pub for a lifetime, then you do what I’ve said and let me talk. And wear a fucking tie! ” After Oswald said everything he wanted to say, he takes up the phone and makes some other calls, which is not exactly in order  of reservation discussion.

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

“Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don’t care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! ”

[faalthien]

Levi freezes for a moment. His megalomaniac coworker is the last thing he wants on top of the rest today. The basement is clean, he cleaned it three days ago. He isn’t the most perfect person, but no one can have any problem with his standard of cleanliness. “Right, boss.” He says sarcastically. Oswald is no boss. They are coworkers, equal in all but enthusiasm. Levi passes the other man, fishing out his phone, picked up on the faint buzz before the ringing. He checks it then picks it up.

[fmpunk2]

~That little bastard! Now he’s hanging on his phone. Whatever, back to the plan. When Mr Falcon arrives everything has to be just perfect.~ ( phone ringing ) “Good afternoon, it’s the Titans here. What can I do for you? Mr Falcon! Yes, of course your reservation is still booked. One more? Yes, Mr Falcon, do think of that as it’s already done. Anything else I can do? Thank you, thank you sir! Have a nice day, sir! ... Levi!”

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** “The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!”

[faalthien]

It takes Levi almost a hour to get rid of his boss - not the one from the bar, but the other  - and, instead of his usual 20 minutes, another one to get ready, during which he talks with him again three times. He curses the man, his secretary, the whole corporation, the sun and everything under it.

Levi barely makes it to work half an hour late - compared to the opening time, of course, who has the luxury of preparation - , strolling in at 14:30. (Not like there would be anyone here, even an hour later. He doesn’t understand why are they here, especially both of them, but he won’t complain.)

He shots a look at the man at the counter before going to the back to get rid of his backpack and military-styled black coat. The same rain what drips from his hair colored them darker. He frowns.

“Fuck off, Penguin.”

[fmpunk2]

"Do not call me Penguin or I will cut your stupid tongue out! And if you are late, I don't care why or how much but shut your mouth ad do your job!! The basement is messy. Clean it up! "

[faalthien]

On one gloomy day.....

@fmpunk2

[fmpunk2]

The weather is gloomy and the rain is falling. A black umbrella is nearing the Titans. A little short man he is but with a surely large nose. He is rummaging in his pocket, pulls his keys out of it, and opens the old punk door of the pub. It kicks up the dust on the floor. Knock, knock, knock and Oswald is by the pub counter. He closes it and stands his umbrella into the umbrella stander. Then he mops the muddy floor, turns down the chairs from the tables, he cleans them, and he wipes the glasses and the mugs. He puts the snacks and the ashtrays on the tables. Aaand he waits. ** "The Titans opens at 14:00, not 14:30!"