Hole In The Wall | Closed
It was unusual; the bar was suspiciously quiet for the evening, and Marina T’Lavi had even let her main bartender go home. That left the seventeen year old human girl to take care of anything else that was considered an undesirable task, like washing glasses, sweeping the floors, tidying the tables, and cleaning the bathrooms.
Of course, there were still the usual patrons that Alice had gotten to know, even received a few credits as tips for helping spilled messes and being polite about it. She was tall and relatively lanky, often finding herself eye to eye with some of the aliens who came in. Krogans avoided the place, but other asari, drell, salarians, all sorts somehow found the place cosy enough to come back.
It was later in the evening that Alice found herself on a short break, drinking just a glass of ‘water’ — one of the bartenders often slipped her vodka when the boss wasn’t looking in exchange for any other jobs the asari didn’t want. Alice had lied about her age, though the differences in asari life spans didn’t really make a difference to their thoughts about a teenage human by any means.
Leaning back against the wall, she squinted when she spotted another human. It wasn’t all that often she saw another person of her own species, though when she did, usually if it was a woman she found attractive, she attempted to find out if they’d be interested. Her time was spent working, drinking, and having sex while living off the bare minimum of credits needed for rent and food.
To Alice’s disappointment, she noted that the person looked to be male. Regardless, she finished up what was in her glass before deciding to see what he wanted to order to drink before running it to the main bar.
"What can I get for you?"
Tom wasn't a boy who got in trouble. He had been raised properly by his aunt after all. Generally he tried to keep out of the way, at least when he wasn't doing odd jobs to pay for the tiny apartment he technically shouldn't own because he was underage.
His heart hurt so bad being so alone. He missed his aunt, and he hoped one day to avenge her murder. But for now, he was constantly traveling, looking for work. Not a lot of people wanted to hire a young man of his age but he got by. Barely. He had gone to Cerberus, too, but they wouldn't take him for another few years. He could wait. Hopefully.
Given his height, he was mistaken for an older teenager. He didn't mind it, though he was often correcting people. He hated accidentally lying to people, after all. Such an honest little pup.
Quietly, trying not to get in anyone's way or draw attention to himself, he sidled up to the bar. He leaned against it like he had often seen his now deceased uncle do.
"Me? Oh. I uh... just... um. You have any soda, preferably root beer? Or sparkling water?" he asked. His voice was already the deepest it would be for the rest of his life. He was glad for that. His voice had cracked for months before finally settling. But his voice didn't change the fact he still looked a little too young for alcohol. He hoped there wouldn't be any questions.
