Not particularly a good day, nor a bad day, but a day. A day of events trickling together into a muddled pool of indifference, until they could no longer say whether it had been a delight to work, or pure misery.
All in all, a day.
Closing the shop for the evening was the last drop in a cup much fuller than the furry skull-being wanted to admit, exhaling a long sigh as they closed and locked the door, staring into the darkness of the café for a moment.
“I need a drink.”
Getting said drink was easier said than done, though, with clubs being too loud and crowded, and most bars following the same concept, albeit to a smaller extent, left the monster with few choices. One of those choices being the Chartreuse Dep’arm’tment at the R.E.M. office, something Anoor had been overhearing from many a customer had some of the best service, and best bartenders, in the entire city. And, being in a work environment, said bar probably didn’t buy too much into the whole ‘dancing and loud music’ jig.
At least they hoped so.
Entering the bar, it sure seemed quieter than most they had passed out in the city, with only a few monsters sitting at the tables or by the long counter, where bartenders were filling glasses and making conversation. A calmness hanging in the air that made the monster feel more at ease, and they made their way up to the bar and placed their thin frame on one of the cushioned stools, looking over the shelves of various spirits for a moment. So many choices, but a few stuck out in their eyes, and with a small smile they turned their attention to the bartenders, doing their best to get the attention of one. They didn’t go out often, but knowing how customers could be they always tried their best to be who they wanted to serve themself.
throughfireandthread: "Anoor dear, I'm going to have a pretty important guest over for a cup of tea, and from my many years of experience as a customer at this café, I know that you are just the one I need to talk to if I want to get my hands on something special to serve this guest."
“Mothimor you flatterer, no need for all those sweet words! You know I am always happy to help my favourite customers out.”
The monster gave a small wink before dipping down below the counter, retrieving a small, well-worn book and idly leafed through it.
“Something special you say? Well, I have plenty, but they all go for specific occasions. I’ll need to know a few more details about your guest to get you the best blend, darling.”
