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@peter-mikhailovich
Don’t have much to decorate it with, unless you count a few pieces of artwork here and there, otherwise what do you suggest?
Uh, a tree? Maybe some lights? I know we have a few yards of blinkers in the storage room somewhere. I can sneak some if you want.
"It’s a fantastic evening isn’t it? The perfect kick off for Christmas in our little town. Have you experimented the ice rink yet? I’ve been told it’s particularly fun."
Oh jeez, I haven't been ice skating since I was little. I'm not sure if I've still got the knack for it.
Playing Hooky || Closed - Peter & Lee
The smoke exited Lee’s nose, as he set two beers down in front of two older men. He wasn’t much of a smoker and he was pretty sure it was illegal to smoke in a public building in California, but it was Monday. Which meant Lee was the only person working tonight, his only patrons being the old drunks who didn’t mind smoke. Despite it being the Blue Moon’s slowest night and the worst night for tips, it was Lee’s favorite night to work. He didn’t have to listen to some wannabe rockstar sing about some girl who wouldn’t sleep with him, he didn’t have to make crazy drinks. No, Mondays were Lynyrd Skynyrd, Johnny Cash, beer and bourbon.
“Greg!” Lee shouted, jabbing a meaty finger at a man in his late forties at the other end of the bar. The man was leaning over the bar, reaching for a bottle of whiskey. “If I see you tryin’ to steal anymore booze, I’m gonna break your goddamn legs.” He said, the cigar hanging loosely from his lips.
“Shit man, alright.” Greg said, sitting back down.
Lee turned back to the two men in front of him.
“You boys need anything else?” He asked, looking between them, before taking a long drag from his cigar.
“Nah, we’re good.” One of them said, giving him a stiff nod.
“Alright, just let me know if you need anything.” He said, turning and going back down the bar, heading towards the back. “I fuckin’ meant it.” He said, as he past Greg and went into the back.
Lee also tended to use Mondays to catch-up on things that might get neglected during the rest of the week, which meant cleaning dishes mostly. Lee had been working since he was a kid and had never minded hard-work, he remembered being no older than six and spending all day helping his uncle with his bike. Lee would look out at the bar every few minutes, mostly to make sure Greg wasn’t trying anything, as he worked. He was about half-way through the dishes, when he saw someone new sit at the bar.
“I’ll be right with ya!” He called from the back, rubbing his cigar out, than wiping his hands on his worn-out jeans. He checked the tight knot, that held his long hair behind his head, as he made his way out to the bar.
Lee grinned when he saw it was Peter sitting at the bar.
“Glad to see ya made it, Pete” He said, wiping his face with his dark tanktop. “What can I get ya?”
Peter watched with a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth as the tender made his way from the back of the bar. Lee was good people and she appreciated his laid-back nature. She knew he had some sort of an edge to him, but he had never displayed it towards her personally. He was just a friendly face to help her mind become occupied when she was falling in too deep.
"I told you I'd come," she said with a quick smile. "Rum and coke, if you will. Been a slow sort of day for you, huh?"
She took note of the relatively empty building. It wasn't ever sincerely packed since Cloverbrook had a lot of different venues to keep the residents and tourists occupied, but the bar always managed some sort of a crowd. She accounted it for it being a Monday. Most people were just trying to get home at this hour.
Oh, no no, it’s okay— I’m just tired. What were you saying? Oh, and I’m Jacob, by the way, before I forget to mention it. Nice to meet you.
Grudging about scrubbing toilets is all. I'm Peter. Pleasure is mine.
It’s a pretty big problem when I go into the city. I have to have my gps on at all times.
Addison. I don’t really know you either, but you don’t seem so bad. Nice to meet you.
I mean, I've heard of people having bad senses of direction, but I haven't met one.
Same to you, Addison. What exactly were you doing earlier? Didn't seem like you were all that interested.
Wait— so you’re one of the people who clean the rich Crystal Falls families’ houses, or?
No. Definitely not. Just the Blue Swallow, and even then only occasionally.
"Glad to know that a future employee isn’t frightened of me. Good, you can start whenever suits you."
Andrew, right?
Thanks.
"I-in the house? No I-I live with my m-mom and dad."
That's really nice. No better time for family than Christmas.
Yes, I’m just your regular go-getter, high-achiever, aim for the stars type of guy. Always dream big, maybe next year Santa Claus will be replaced with Mrs. Claus, it’s about time she saw some action.
So you're not planning on decorating your room a bit?
Boy, he’s three.
Sounds precious. I'm sure he keeps you more than active.
You’d think it wouldn’t be a problem, but I go into a side street or something and then forget which way I’d come from once I leave it. Some company might be nice though.
Yeah, I see what you mean. Not a problem. I could stretch my legs.
I don't think I really know you. I'm Peter.
"Y-yeah. I mean, I l-like it at least."
Are you on your own?
It’s rather tempting, we’ll see how generous I’m feeling after they have yet another argument about who gets A-grade elves this year. All I want for Christmas is to never see another Santa again.
You aim for the impossible, Jon.
Very odd, but I manage to keep them separate.
Boy or girl?
Yeah, been seeing a lot of drunk Santas around lately, making all that ruckus, you should tell them to pipe down or else I’m calling your manager.
You wouldn't get me in trouble, would you, Jon? And here I thought we were pals. All they want is to know what you wish for Christmas.
I keep things basic for the most part, but I run a bar and have a three-year old so it can be a bit hard at times.
That's an odd combo.
