When: Evening Where: Obsidian Who: @gemmaismss
This late in the evening, the lounge should be packed. Instead, Jaya was alone at one of the booths, music playing low through the speakers, a drink in one hand as he outlined the essay that Cait had assigned him. Whatever anyone could say about him and the decisions he makes in life, he was undeniably thorough, and reflective work like this required peace and quiet for it to be done well.
With how woefully understaffed the lounge was, it was for the best that it remained closed for the time being. One new employee wasn’t enough to keep it afloat, and forcing that new employee to man the bar on the same night felt both cruel and ridiculous. He was rich enough already, and sending her off with a signing bonus for the sheer luck of being the first to come looking for a job after so many others had left felt much better than trying to pander to the crowd that would be looking to get drunk after a hurricane when they should be focusing on rebuilding and helping others to rebuild.
Besides, he’d put his trust in the idea that someone might just walk in looking for a job before, but he didn’t think it would happen a second time. He could put up a Help Wanted sign in the morning. For now, he had an essay to write and some ideas about the relationship between blood and magic to unpack.
The little rune he’d slapped over the door rang in his ears as someone entered the building, and Jaya set down his glass, looking up from his seat at the newcomer. “I’m sorry, we’re closed.”
