Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 17:49:07 GMT -8
The lack of conversation and rowdiness about the room left Kye restless. He was tired of unpacking, tired of the preparation and eager for the commencement of his new establishment.
But his patience paid off. They were nearly ready for business. Nearly. The food and drinks were almost in place, the staff was full. When he’d taken over the tavern, Kye had offered to most of the former employees to extend their contracts. Change was good. Too much change…well…that was bad business.
A clang reverberated from the nearby countertop. Kye turned to the young waiter. “You do know those are fragile?”
“Sorry,” the waiter regretfully replied. “I’m just tired of lifting crate after crate.”
Kye nodded and patted the young man on the shoulder. “I am too. Last crate, then we’re finally done.”
A loud scoff came from the store room. Kye rolled his eyes at the inevitable criticism to come. A rather gruff-looking Tellarite came out into the open. “You’ve clearly never run a bar. You will never be ‘finally done.’”
“That’s not what I meant,” Kye asserted.
“Then you should be more precise,” the Telleraite countered. “Humans have such a lack of discipline. It’s a wonder your race hasn’t—“
With clear annoyance, Kye lifted a bottle out of the crate and thrust it into the Tellarites chest.
“Less talking. More unpacking.”
Though the alien gave Kye a very nasty look, he did as he was told. Kye smirked and winked at the young waiter. He slid out too more bottles and joined the Tellerite behind the bar. “Corban, back in the store room, I have a package of towels. Can you bring it out for me?”
The waiter nodded and slipped out. Kye continued to hand off the bottles to his bartender.
“Skaarg, you and I are going to have to have a conversation about your people skills.”
“My people skills?!” Skaarg echoed indignantly.
“Correct. There’s a reason why your predecessor no longer has her job. I do not want another debacle like that Starfleet incident.”
“After all, I’m paying for this roof now.” Kye pointed at the still visible patch on the ceiling.
“Of all the ridiculous assertions!” Skaarg began, but Kye was saved from another round of verbal interplay by Corban’s return.
“Kye, I found another crate back there, but it’s not labeled.”
Kye’s brow furrowed as his mind proceeded. “There isn’t supposed to be another crate—well, except—“
“Whoa!” Corban lifted a bottle out of the crate. “Is this—?!”
Without regard for Corban’s feelings, Kye snatched the bottle from the waiter’s hands and slammed the lid back on. “Mine.”
Taken back, Corban looked to Skaarg, who wandered off murmuring something about “people skills”. Brushing of the rudeness, Corban followed Kye as the tavern owner took his crate back into the store room.
“Kye, where did you find that? That has to be worth—“
“A lot of latimun,” Kye finished. “Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself.”
“Why are you hiding it back here?”
Kye chuckled at Corban. He slapped his palm on the waiter’s shoulder. “There’s one thing you need to know about owning a business: always hide away the good stuff. You never know when someone important is going to step through that door.”
Corban nodded with understanding. “I see.”
Kye smiled and shooed Corban away. “Now go and get the kitchen warmed up. Our grand opening approaches.”
Corban happily obliged. As the waiter disappeared, so did Kye’s smile. His eyes fell on the unlabeled crate. There was still much to be done.
A short while later…
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Kye announced from the doorway of his establishment. “Your Tavern is officially open!”
The passing bystanders looked upon Kye, and shortly thereafter, continued on their course. Only a handful chose to explore the opportunity.
Skaarg came up behind Kye and gave a non-too-tuble scoff. “Grand opening, indeed.”
A sharp look of displeasure was all Kye chose to reply, giving Skaarg fulfilling sense of pleasure. The Tellarite returned to the bar and attended to his first customers. Kye stepped back inside, and plopped into one of the empty chairs. A long sigh left his lips as the reality set in that this was simply a beginning.
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But his patience paid off. They were nearly ready for business. Nearly. The food and drinks were almost in place, the staff was full. When he’d taken over the tavern, Kye had offered to most of the former employees to extend their contracts. Change was good. Too much change…well…that was bad business.
A clang reverberated from the nearby countertop. Kye turned to the young waiter. “You do know those are fragile?”
“Sorry,” the waiter regretfully replied. “I’m just tired of lifting crate after crate.”
Kye nodded and patted the young man on the shoulder. “I am too. Last crate, then we’re finally done.”
A loud scoff came from the store room. Kye rolled his eyes at the inevitable criticism to come. A rather gruff-looking Tellarite came out into the open. “You’ve clearly never run a bar. You will never be ‘finally done.’”
“That’s not what I meant,” Kye asserted.
“Then you should be more precise,” the Telleraite countered. “Humans have such a lack of discipline. It’s a wonder your race hasn’t—“
With clear annoyance, Kye lifted a bottle out of the crate and thrust it into the Tellarites chest.
“Less talking. More unpacking.”
Though the alien gave Kye a very nasty look, he did as he was told. Kye smirked and winked at the young waiter. He slid out too more bottles and joined the Tellerite behind the bar. “Corban, back in the store room, I have a package of towels. Can you bring it out for me?”
The waiter nodded and slipped out. Kye continued to hand off the bottles to his bartender.
“Skaarg, you and I are going to have to have a conversation about your people skills.”
“My people skills?!” Skaarg echoed indignantly.
“Correct. There’s a reason why your predecessor no longer has her job. I do not want another debacle like that Starfleet incident.”
“After all, I’m paying for this roof now.” Kye pointed at the still visible patch on the ceiling.
“Of all the ridiculous assertions!” Skaarg began, but Kye was saved from another round of verbal interplay by Corban’s return.
“Kye, I found another crate back there, but it’s not labeled.”
Kye’s brow furrowed as his mind proceeded. “There isn’t supposed to be another crate—well, except—“
“Whoa!” Corban lifted a bottle out of the crate. “Is this—?!”
Without regard for Corban’s feelings, Kye snatched the bottle from the waiter’s hands and slammed the lid back on. “Mine.”
Taken back, Corban looked to Skaarg, who wandered off murmuring something about “people skills”. Brushing of the rudeness, Corban followed Kye as the tavern owner took his crate back into the store room.
“Kye, where did you find that? That has to be worth—“
“A lot of latimun,” Kye finished. “Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself.”
“Why are you hiding it back here?”
Kye chuckled at Corban. He slapped his palm on the waiter’s shoulder. “There’s one thing you need to know about owning a business: always hide away the good stuff. You never know when someone important is going to step through that door.”
Corban nodded with understanding. “I see.”
Kye smiled and shooed Corban away. “Now go and get the kitchen warmed up. Our grand opening approaches.”
Corban happily obliged. As the waiter disappeared, so did Kye’s smile. His eyes fell on the unlabeled crate. There was still much to be done.
A short while later…
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Kye announced from the doorway of his establishment. “Your Tavern is officially open!”
The passing bystanders looked upon Kye, and shortly thereafter, continued on their course. Only a handful chose to explore the opportunity.
Skaarg came up behind Kye and gave a non-too-tuble scoff. “Grand opening, indeed.”
A sharp look of displeasure was all Kye chose to reply, giving Skaarg fulfilling sense of pleasure. The Tellarite returned to the bar and attended to his first customers. Kye stepped back inside, and plopped into one of the empty chairs. A long sigh left his lips as the reality set in that this was simply a beginning.
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