Bartender, thoughts on fellow staff? What about you, Cleaner? Friends, rivals, nuisances?
𝐎𝐎𝐂 ⸺ Finally got to these Qs!! I wanted to take the opportunity to practise sequential work, ahaha/// Thank you to @mihlen and @ramsauced for letting me borrow Guan-Ying, Caelan, Meiri, and Benny as cameos! As for Jude and Aaron—hopefully we can get some interactions with them and the Ouroboros going soon :3c
NOTE: If you’d like to reblog / comment, please check out the post about this comic on my main blog! I’d just like to keep the notes in one place, ahaha/// }}
Minkyu walks up to the bar and perches himself closest to the Bartender, elbows on the counter. He's flushed in the face, a few drinks in, but the keen glint in his eyes suggests that he may not be as drunk as his loose movements imply. "So hypothetically," he says, raising his voice to be heard over the music. He blocks one ear with a finger, and he speaks as though Flamel were not busy or as though they'd been conversing all along. "If someone was out there spiking drinks, what would you do?"
Setting: Anchors Aweigh!
Where: Nightclub, the bar
When: Day 21, 10PM
Who: Minkyu Han, The Bartender (Flamel Shi)
INT. NIGHTCLUB — BAR — NIGHT
The dim space is a kaleidoscope of strobe lights and dancing bodies, alive with the pulse of a hardstyle dance track. Even with the air conditioner on full blast, the partygoers are slick with sweat—hair plastered to skin, shirts drenched. The bottles at the bar vibrate with the music, a backdrop to the clinking of ice and glasses.
Interlocking anti-fatigue rubber floormats squish under slip-resistant shoes as THE BARTENDER—one of five—shuffles behind the counter. Liquid is wiped clean with a rag.
They’re in the middle of blending a frozen margarita when MINKYU HAN spills onto one of the empty barstools, rosy with drink. They flash him a customer-service smile and nod as he speaks, canting their head towards the sound of his voice.
MINKYU HAN:
ㅤ [ raising his voice over the music, conversational ]
So, hypothetically…
If someone was out there spiking drinks, what would you do?
THE BARTENDER, expecting an order, is caught off-guard—a laugh, a furrow of brows—but not put off. They hand the completed margarita to another customer and wipe their hands on their apron-rag.
THE BARTENDER:
Well, that’s a way to break the ice.
ㅤ [ smiles—wry, lopsided ]
Good evening.
@mihlen-rp
𝐎𝐎𝐂 ⸺ Prose was not working out for me so I’ve resorted to responding to RPs in screenplay format… I’m sorry… NOTE: This thread takes place three months in the past (using day 120 as ref)! }}
