closed for @cleoxortiz
roman had a bit of a reputation for being overly social, which was a good thing when you worked at the front desk of a resort. kids loved roman, elderly people loved roman. hell, even the business men with various degrees of midlife crisis loved roman. brad had decided however that this was also a skill that came in handy behind a bar. which was a job roman had decidedly not applied for, because bar hours were his sleeping hours and nothing was more important than sleep, but also brad was a nice guy and when someone called sick, well, roman could make an exception and step up to the job for one night. the only issue was that there were three people at the bar right now, who had all been served and that left roman to socialise with his coworkers instead, except his only coworker tonight, was none other than cleo. this seemed to happen more and more often, them getting stuck together. roman had learned his lesson and kept his mouth shut, instead doing all sorts of unnecessary chores to avoid cleo, but there really were no more chores he could think of, no more things to clean or put away. he pushed one of the bottles of booze displayed on the shelves behind the counter just a few millimetres to the left. his avoidance was starting to become very obvious. ‘so,’ he started, still staring at the bottles in front of him, ‘did you do anything fun this weekend?’