Jul 19, 2017
charlie vc: if the guy died in the bar he should clean himself out of the bar, not me
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charlie vc: if the guy died in the bar he should clean himself out of the bar, not me
@godflcshed
“<... So, uh. You’re the new transfer, huh? I wasn’t expectin’ the SHSL beautician to be so... Uh. American, if y’get my drift.>”
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It was not often that he was contracted for an extended visit to another city and even LESS often he would accept it despite the pay rate and perks at times being impressive compared to the jobs near home. Being away from where he felt most settled, where all of his things and comforts were, just caused an uneasy feeling to travel through him no matter his passion for his work.
Philadelphia was not. . . An EXTREMELY long distance from home he could take a trip out to his apartment within a days time and be back the next to work if he felt the absolute need to go check up on things. The project would extend over the month in a series of places within the city’s limits capturing lighting in different parts of the day. By the time he was finished with his session the sun was already settling in to welcome evening; he could feel a tinge of that distance stress beginning to creep in meaning it was absolutely time to metaphorically close shop.
He’d heard from his contractors that there were a number of bars in the area he could hit up by the end of his shift and. . . To be honest, at least one drink didn’t sound so bad to finish his day with. In his journey down the sidewalk a place caught his eye for a moment making him stop but not for the reason he was originally searching for.
Did that sign say Daddy’s? No, he quickly realized, the rusted layer behind it was just obscuring the first letters slightly. It said Paddys. Thank god.
The next lit up sign BAR in all capital letters made him decide this was his destination. It got him to stop after all and he always preferred less spectacular looking places from the outside, in most cases. He sat at the edge of the bar ensuring he was out of the way of any main traffic and took the camera strap off from around his neck settling the device down in front of him; fingers kept loosely settled on the top in case anyone got any bright ideas about grabbing at the strap.
He waited for a chance to catch the bartender’s eye waving a hand up to let him know he was ready when he had the chance.
@godflcshed / gets this.
" this is, uh... some bar y’ got. i think that guy’s dead over there. “
@godflcshed !
‘ powers out in the bar and i’m not fixing it ! ‘ the insistence hasn’t even left dennis’s mouth yet and charlie is already braced for it, arms high in the air. ‘ get dee to do it, i’m busy with frank today, man. ‘
godflcshed replied to your post: hi this blog is gonna b real lazy and im probably...
eyezooms on charlie, nyello
me? writing you a starter? its more likely than you think!
@godflcshed // starter call
“Yoooooo.” She swoops into the doorway of the bar, piercing blue gaze skeptically scanning the premise. “Oh, yeah... Yeah, this is definitely Paddy’s,” she mutters to herself, taking the liberty to cross the threshold. She approaches the counter, clears her throat, and opens her mouth to speak. “Is the owner around?”