Nicole

[nicole-mxsreye]

erikxbello:

“Well lucky for you it’s short and I’m also not a sharer.” Erik chuckled into his palm when setting an arm a top the counter top. Anyone had met their share of bartenders that didn’t fall into the pseudo friendly box to try earning a fatter tip.  Coming at you with more sass then sugar and showing no cares about it and usually Erik found those ones more entertaining. Though it didn’t seem like a far off guess this one’s patience just might be burnt out a bit earlier. “Sazerac and shot of bourbon to start, please.”

“My favorite kind of life stories.” Nicole replied, a smile on her lips. She loved those types, the ones that didn’t immediately assume she was there to listen to their every need, that didn’t assume she worked there to be their cheap shrink. These were her favorite customers. Quickly, Nicole made his order and slid it over. “Not a sharer? Then what are you?” She always wanted to know who people were, what they did.

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ambroseanderson:

Ambrose snatched the bottle of white rum out of the air as she told him to just serve the drink. It caused pause. One moment. Two. Three. “Yeah? I guess. I mean, it definitely makes life easier.” The young witch went about fixing her drink. “Fully expect the same sort of tip, though.” Quick flash of teeth behind a smile. Even quicker raise of the brow. Was he joking? Up for debate. Silent hopes were just that. Ambrose garnished the highball glass with a wedge of lemon and a sprig of mint before sliding it to the woman. “Your mojito; dramatics-free. You know, I’m not too sure I like dramatics-free. Missing something.” Not his place however.

The tip jar soon slid after.

Nicole laughed a bit as the other seemed to process what she said. “I’ll tip you plenty, that was never a question.” She assured him, though she worked off her own tip money, she didn’t live largely and didn’t need much. Nicole watched him make her drink, pleased with the appearance and sipped it quickly. Perfect. “I suppose you’re in the right place to work, then, if you miss the dramatics.” Added she, pulling a five out of her wallet and slipping it into the jar.

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serenaives:

Serena hides her smirk behind the glass she lifts to her mouth, taking a drink to stifle the small laugh that threatened to escape her at the bartender’s very blatant dismissal of the oversharing patron currently pestering her. The blonde looks straight ahead, avoiding involving herself as anything more than a spectator until the transaction is completed and the man is served his drink. One that he takes to the other side of the room, as far from the surly bartender as possible. Shaking her head, she finally speaks up once he’s out of earshot. “Jesus. Does no one just sit and drink in silence anymore?” Granted, doing so probably had the unintended effect of making her appear like some lonesome weirdo, but some nights she wasn’t too bothered with giving off that impression. This was one of them.

At first, Nicole felt her body stiffen when another person came to occupy the seat before her, thinking up different things she might need to go ‘check’ in order to get herself away from another annoying conversation. Though, when the other spoke, she relaxed and decided this person would at least not annoy her to death. “Nope, the new thing is to talk the bartender’s ear off and hit on her with greasy pick up lines.” She said with a bit of a shiver down her spine.

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nathanielconstantiine:

Nathaniel listened to the bartender tell him more about him. His eyes gazed across the crowd as he could see him bumping about the crowd apologising to each person. It was utterly pathetic. He could sense he was still going to stay near the bar. The drunk had eyes on the prey yet the prey was smarter than he was. Shame he is now marked by something far more dangerous. His eyes quickly flicked over to the bartender again. “Such desperation,” he commented with a tone of disgust as he shook his head. “I’ll gladly take you up on that offer,” he smirked taking a sip of his drink. “I’m Nathaniel, Nate if you are feeling that is too much of a mouthful,” he told her. 

Nicole had never liked the super handsy drunks, or the ones who couldn’t take a hint, and that man fit every category of hate she had. Too bad he wasn’t a supernatural, or she’d have killed him already. “You’d be surprised.” Responded she, withholding her internal comments. Despite the odd feeling she had that this man was not simply human, she did not oust herself as a hunter. “Nate. The name fits you. I’m Nicole, Nicole Misreye, though my name changes like the sea breeze, so really you can call me whatever you like.” She changed it often when she moved, though for once going by her brith name, the surname was something she saw on the bottom of a liquor bottle. “So what do you do, Nate?” Asked she, making a genuine conversation, though she had always been a nosy one.

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@ambroseanderson

“I know it’s your job to do all these fancy tricks, but really I just want a drink without the dramatics.” Said the woman, leaning on the bar without a care. She had come on a hunt, and though she didn’t mind the place, all the flair was lost on her.

[nicole-mxsreye]

hunter-or-slayer:

He hadn’t even been fully aware he’d been monologue, but he hadn’t been pulled out of it until she spoke up. “Right, right, guess I got lost for a second, there, huh? Sorry, I’ll have an absinthe, and leave the bottle.”

Nicole easily grabbed the bottle and a shot glass, setting it before the man. She had his card on file, so it wasn’t as if he could cheap her out of money if he took the bottle or drank a lot of it. “No problem, seems like you’ve had a rough day.”

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aj-golmiere:

“And here I was, thinking I was just sharing some trade secrets. But hey, I’m good with letting the booze flow like water.” he shrugged, considering his drink,if only for a moment. “A 7&7, please, light on the ice if you’d be so kind.”

“What trade secrets could you possibly have for me? Or are you secretly a world class bartender?” She asked, though she would hardly need any advice, her job was so low effort, which was why she chose it. Something to bring in some good cash, but not tire her out and take away from her real job, hunting. Nicole mixed his drink quickly, handing it over with a smooth gesture. “If you’re here for drinks, there’s plenty to go around.”

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nathanielconstantiine:

To be honest Nathaniel was seconds away from compelling the guy himself to leave the poor barmaid alone, but she managed to handle herself. The guy ordered his drink and finally left. He looked round to make sure he had left. He might feed on him later for wasting his time. He then focused on the bartender. “I think he thought you were his therapist,” he commented as he got out his wallet. “I’ll have a spiced rum if you don’t mind,” he ordered.

Nicole finally got the drink order from the other, and quickly made it, sliding it over to him and charging him two bucks extra. The drunk wouldn’t even notice. She turned to the other when he spoke, shrugging slightly, “Many people do, and some nights I don’t mind, but he’s a creep that never takes a  hint.” This was far from the first time the man had tried to guilt her into some pity over his life. She didn’t bother responding to his drink order in anyway other than making it quickly and setting it on the counter before her. “You can have it on the house if you stay here and chat with me, tends to help as a buffer for Drunky McDrunkerson over there.”

[nicole-mxsreye]

“I suppose you could tell me your life’s story, but really I was just asking for your drink order.” Said the bartender, leaning on the bar towards the other. She was only an hour into her six hour shift, so it was a little early for her to be so sassy, but it had been a bad day, and she was rather pent up over it all.