#ehq.starter

[tyrowan]

opening night @ echelon -- 9:45 pm.

it’s nine forty five, opening night, and tyler’s found herself sorting bottles of wine, to grab more for a few tables – they’d requested some ultra - expensive bottle & tyler’s starting to sweat looking for it. fairly new to waitressing, but mostly able to adapt and keep up and swim upstream in the world of fine dining, decadent foods & wines & the people – oh god, the people. they’re rich & know what they want. her job: keep the guests happy & coming back after tonight. not as easy as it seems, but they seem to like her pretty smile & politeness.

“fucking christ ! where the fuck is it !?” she’s frantically looking through bottles, fantasizing about opening one and drinking it.

[meeraxpatel]

“Sunny day.” Meera commented as she slid the shades on. “A rather rare occasion here in Forks. Here I thought the weather would turn more sour since it’s getting cold out.”

[rum-punches]

opening night @ echelon, 10pm — open starter

the buttoned-up-to-the-collar shirt betrays ben's typical wardrobe of flannels and t-shirts. there's been no sweat on his brow through the night as he's flown from one end of the bar to the other, and back again, to serve the buzzing masses. nonetheless, he's tired after seeing a few old infierno coworkers. the shot from the start of his shift didn't make a slight difference in the anxiety of seeing those fuckers again.

the musty air of the back alley is a welcome relief. fifteen minute smoke break. make it twenty if he can make up an excuse for staying out an extra five. the pack of american spirits within his vest pocket is down to two cigs.

"don't even think about asking to bum one off of me," he shakes his head. "if anyone needs that last smoke, it's going to be me." he takes the second to last from the pack, and slams it between his lips with little elegance, fumbling for his lighter.