No one at all.

I'm Dylan James, twenty-six years old, bartender and professional bullshitter. [Independent RP blog]

[isaaackennedy]

You just seemed like it. So…you think my face is pretty?

[imdylanjames]

Yeah, I only hire beautiful people.

[imdylanjames]

Another drink?

[emilia-ava-adams]

"See! This is why we can be friends…the same ambition drove us to be our own bosses. Well, for a spell, in my case, at least," she said still smiling. She drained her glass and set it back on the table. She ran her fingers through her hair, stopping to toss it over her shoulder. "Wouldn’t dream of firing me? Well, I’m flattered. I like working for you, and everyone else here is so impossibly nice." Driving. Huh. She had intended to drive herself home, but maybe it wasn’t such a good idea after all? Fuck it, who cares, she thought. "I’ve driven through worse, I promise you that," she said, and winked, the effort causing her elbow to slide off the counter. She regained herself with a blush and a grin.

[imdylanjames]

"You could still be your own boss, Emilia. You've got the drive for it. You just have to find the means." He flashed her another brilliant grin, leaning on the bar in front of her for a spell. The bar was pretty slow, after all, he could spare a few minutes to talk to his employee. "I don't wanna lose you. I don't wanna wake up tomorrow to find that I have to cover your shift because you drove into a wall. See... you can't even keep yourself sitting straight. How do you expect me to believe you can drive?" He drew his eyebrows together and gave her a look as if to say 'come on'.

[audeamusverita-blog]

     Lithe chuckle eluded plump brims of hers at his words         with certitude, there was no other peeve of hers but of       another that takes opportunity to undermine by render         of actions, to be touched without consent would never        come to be acceded, much less approved of. Her hand        nursed the drink she had held in comprise, thinking of       all times she had acclaimed men to be the ones to take       advantage of circumstances but listening to him tell the       tale of his gave her an idea that men too were treated in       a rather bothersome manner. “           well today no one       is going to grope you without consent, I will keep an        eye on them for you…unless you w a n t someone to”.

[imdylanjames]

     Dylan grinned at the woman across the bar from him. He hardly knew her but she was offering to protect him. It reminded him of something he would do himself, really, and he couldn't help but feel awkward now that the roles were reversed. "This job is a good part of the reason why I treat women with so much respect. That and you deserve it. I appreciate the kindness. Your next drink is on the house."

[isaaackennedy]

and I thought you were cooler than Oliver…

[imdylanjames]

Where would you get a crazy idea like that?

[imdylanjames]

Another drink?

[thejesserose-blog]

"No…why would there be trouble? I know Oliver isn’t trouble or is he,mate?

[imdylanjames]

Dylan laughed, "Even if he was, do you think I'd tell you? Nice try."

[blessthewicked]

I’m very nervous! I’m afraid I don’t know what to do to get my shift going. Do you think you can help me umm…I don’t think I’ve met you yet? I don’t know your name, love.

[imdylanjames]

My name is Dylan, it's nice to meet you. Oliver told me all about you. You should be following around Giselle. Have you met her, yet?

[charlie-hightower]

"Seven. The youngest is eight, and the oldest nineteen, so I do have some help. The lady across the hall watches them when they get home from school, and I usually sleep in the evening before I go. We live within walking distance of both of the schools so, that’s pretty helpful. It’s a tight schedule, but I do what I have to keep us all together.” She knew, that she had things in hand, barely, and it was a struggle, but if she let him know just how much, he could report them. That was Charlie’s biggest fear, because it would mean social services would come in there and take away the little ones. There was now way anyone was going to give her custody of seven small boys, even if she had been taking care of them for so long already. 

Now, if she had a good and steady job, kept up her grades, and kept up the others grades too, when PJ inevitably messed up and had the cops at their door, she’d be prepared, and there would be no reason for them to come in and take her brothers. “Believe me, I’m a hard worker, I’ll always be on time, and I can make you the best steak you’ve ever had, so if you need help in the kitchen, too, I’m your girl.”

[imdylanjames]

Dylan blinked slowly and tried to stop himelf from making any unnecessary comments about the size of her family. He'd been raised in Tennessee, after all, and he'd seen many a large family. It had just been a while since he'd encountered someone who was a part of a young large family. Instead, he just nodded, and smiled at the girl again. "I see. Well, that's got to be a lot for you to handle. I hope this job can help to take a little bit of the stress off your shoulders. When you're training, you won't be on the payroll. You'll be receiving tips, so that should help. Cash in hand is always good."

After a moment of talking over a few of the duties he expected to be done at the bar, Dylan grinned again at her statement. "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm a Southern boy, so we'll have to see about that. I'll hold you to it... you'll have to talk to Carlo if you want in on the kitchen. Hafta butter him up or something. Shouldn't be too hard, you're a pretty girl and you seem nice enough. When can you start?"

[imdylanjames]

Another drink?

[emilia-ava-adams]

"Since most people I’ve worked for are huge assholes," she said smiling brightly. "Not you though - you’re nice! Cute, too, I just want to-" she reached over the counter to pinch one of his cheeks and giggled. "Sorry," she apologized again. "Maybe I shouldn’t be having this after all," she raised her drink in the air for reference. "Don’t fire me?" she asked, mustering a pathetic looking pout.

[imdylanjames]

"Mm... I know that feeling. Which is why I'm glad I'm the boss -- more or less." Dylan's grin broadened as Emilia leaned over drunkenly to pinch his cheek. It hurt a little, but when didn't a cheek pinch. "Naw." Still grinning, Dylan shook his head. "I wouldn't dream of firing you... and you deserve a couple'a drinks. Just do me a favor and don't drive after, okay? I can't replace you that quickly if something happens." He joked.

[audeamusverita-blog]

     ”Journalist….for the Times” Elise responded austerity.        There was no tale to tell behind that, whatever might be       in her past was fairly dismember at the time, still, she        enjoyed life and all that came along with it. “            there       must be a p e r k for you, come on, I bet you have something       you like of what you do”. She deviated subject towards him.

[imdylanjames]

Dylan nodded, "Ah, that sounds like an interesting career. I probably couldn't write to save my life, to be honest. Never was much good at spinning words." He was a smart guy, really, he just never applied himself. He could've gone to college and gotten what his parents would have considered a 'career' but he liked where he was at. "Of course..." Dylan grinned. "I love my job. I just hate the drunk women, and sometimes men, fondling me without my permission."

[imdylanjames]

First day, huh? Hope you're not too nervous.

iris-monroe

[audeamusverita-blog]

      “Oh well… darn” She played along with the t e a s e. “         I suppose you would have to stop being all that attractive for them to stop, maybe a mask could do the trick” Elise smiled  and let out a chuckle. “Unfortunately that might not be much help…change professions…that could be it definitively”.

[imdylanjames]

Dylan laughed lightly and shook his head, "Easier said than done, eh?" He chuckled and leaned on the bar, looking at the girl in front of him. "Can't really change professions either, I've been doing this for too long. What do you do?"

[thxlostones]

"Wow, a decent guy for once. That’s a new. It’s not often you find a guy with morals." Not that Brooke had any morals herself. 

[imdylanjames]

Dylan grinned and nodded, raising his brows as he cleaned up his bar. "Yeah, well, I'm a Southern boy. I was raised right."

[imdylanjames]

Another drink?

[emilia-ava-adams]

She took the drink eagerly, in the process spilling a bit on her hands and the counter. “Sorry,” she muttered with a grin. She fake blushed at being called ‘pretty’ and dramatically fanned her face. She laughed again then, and raised the straw to her mouth to drink. “You’re my boss, Dylan. Though, I guess there’s no reason we can’t also be friends?”

[imdylanjames]

Dylan grinned broadly, teeth shining brightly in the dimly lit bar. "Don't worry about it." He answered, wiping up the dribbles expertly. "Mm... since when are the two mutually exclusive?"

[imdylanjames]

Another drink?

[thejesserose-blog]

"I just told you…I haven’t seen him all day." Jesse looked at Dylan and shook his head. "I know the music isn’t that loud for you to not be able to hear." He picked his beer up putting the bottle to his lips. "You like working for him?"

[imdylanjames]

"I know what you told me and I heard you, but that's not really a valid reason to be looking around for my boss. Look, I know you're a cop. You're not looking for trouble, are you?"

[isaaackennedy]

I was supposed to be off today…..I don’t think sitting down for ten minutes would be a problem.

[imdylanjames]

Nope, nope... get up and get to work. I didn't just hire you for your pretty face, you know?

[imdylanjames]

Another drink?

[emilia-ava-adams]

She giggled, a small, bubbly laugh. “Hmmm. A whiskey sour. And don’t be stingy.” Her gaze fell to her hands and then back up to Dylan before she continued. “Don’t have many friends or much to do these days. Plus, with two jobs, you get burnt out. I need to have a little fun.”

[imdylanjames]

"Mm... gotcha." Dylan answered with another brilliant grin as he expertly poured the correct amounts of lemon juice, bourbon and simple syrup for his fellow bartender. "I know that feeling... well, not anymore, but I did. You'll get on your feet soon enough." He stuck a straw in the glass with a cherry and a lemon wedge on the side. "Made especially for you, pretty lady." He wasn't sure why or when he'd started referring to Emilia as 'lady' but he used it more often than her actual name. "Hey!" Dylan leaned on the bar in front of her, a mock offended expression on his face. "I'm your friend."

[thxlostones]

"Well, not all of us mind, you know.. getting felt up I mean."

[imdylanjames]

"Yeah, but not all of us want to be touched either. I think it's a two way thing, you know? One should never put their hands on another without first asking permission."