mysticmikaelson:
“Once a bartender always a bartender, then?” Hope asked, laughing as she glanced to where he’d just looked. She’d just finished her own turn at manning a booth or three, and had taken to wandering the grounds for a familiar face. “At least this way the youngest customers you’re getting are your somehow stupidly naive students trying to look over 21. Poor Professor Martin has to man the balloon dart game. Tiny brats, with darts.” A faux shudder running through her at the image. She turned her attention back to Josh, pasting a bright grin on her lips. “If I help take orders would you be willing to sneak me a tiny drink? I mean not to brag or anything but I did help resurrect you from the dead and all..”
“old dog, new tricks . . . ya think that still applies to vampires?” his face turned thoughtful for a second, before it cracked into a smile. “hey now. those stupidly naïve students are your classmates — so be sure to tell them you saw them get rejected by professor rosza.” josh’s face turned sour almost immediately. “ugh, that sounds so old. is it too cliche to pull the ‘call me josh’ card on my students?” he placed a hand to his chest, as though he was clutching at imaginary pearls. “hope mikaelson, well i never . . . okay, well, i really would’ve considered it until you attempted to extort me, you know.”
