Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 7:33:58 GMT -8
Isaac leaned back against the tall shelves behind the bar and took a long, deep gulp of water from his personalised pint glass. 10 days on this station and I feel like I've aged ten years, he thought to himself, sighing tiredly.
The set-up of the tavern took longer than he'd hoped it would have. EPS conduits ran underneath the bar benches, meaning all the drinks and sundries he'd tried to store underneath had quickly spoiled, the refrigeration unit he'd received with the bar was knackered when he'd first arrived and the storage room had been filled with Starfleet supplies. Operations had said they didn't realise there was anyone using it. Course, I showed them, Isaac thought.
He surveyed the tavern floor. It was the typical middle-of-the-day crowd; on-duty officers who'd just stopped for a quick sit down and a cup of tea and a few civilians dotted around eating lunch, nothing too special. Isaac wandered around, performing the usual pleasantries and promoting happy hour deals. He liked talking to his customers. He could build up a steady patronage and satisfy his enjoyment of small talk at the same time. Returning to the bar, he surveyed the room once more.
"Hey, Mykena!" Isaac called to his head waiter, beckoning the Bolian to speak to him.
"What's up, Isaac?" she asked. "I was just about to serve that couple over there." She gestured towards the entrance, where an older couple stood.
"Yeah I was just going to say, you can head home early," he replied, patting her arm. "You've been on your feet since oh five hundred this morning." Mykena looked at him, her usual polite and happy demeanour being replaced by a tired one.
"Thanks, Isaac, my head's been killing me all day," she said, rubbing her cranial ridge. Isaac took the tray she was carrying and smiled at her.
"Just don't expect extra pay this month," he said cheekily, winking at her. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"You're an ass," she chuckled, walking into the back room. Isaac grinned at himself, handed the tray to Jorak, his Bajoran bartender, and directed him towards the couple at the front, taking Jorak's place at the bar. 10 days on this station, he repeated to himself, and I still love every minute of it. Once again looking towards the entrance, Isaac sipped his water and waited patiently for his next customer to walk through the doors.
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The set-up of the tavern took longer than he'd hoped it would have. EPS conduits ran underneath the bar benches, meaning all the drinks and sundries he'd tried to store underneath had quickly spoiled, the refrigeration unit he'd received with the bar was knackered when he'd first arrived and the storage room had been filled with Starfleet supplies. Operations had said they didn't realise there was anyone using it. Course, I showed them, Isaac thought.
He surveyed the tavern floor. It was the typical middle-of-the-day crowd; on-duty officers who'd just stopped for a quick sit down and a cup of tea and a few civilians dotted around eating lunch, nothing too special. Isaac wandered around, performing the usual pleasantries and promoting happy hour deals. He liked talking to his customers. He could build up a steady patronage and satisfy his enjoyment of small talk at the same time. Returning to the bar, he surveyed the room once more.
"Hey, Mykena!" Isaac called to his head waiter, beckoning the Bolian to speak to him.
"What's up, Isaac?" she asked. "I was just about to serve that couple over there." She gestured towards the entrance, where an older couple stood.
"Yeah I was just going to say, you can head home early," he replied, patting her arm. "You've been on your feet since oh five hundred this morning." Mykena looked at him, her usual polite and happy demeanour being replaced by a tired one.
"Thanks, Isaac, my head's been killing me all day," she said, rubbing her cranial ridge. Isaac took the tray she was carrying and smiled at her.
"Just don't expect extra pay this month," he said cheekily, winking at her. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"You're an ass," she chuckled, walking into the back room. Isaac grinned at himself, handed the tray to Jorak, his Bajoran bartender, and directed him towards the couple at the front, taking Jorak's place at the bar. 10 days on this station, he repeated to himself, and I still love every minute of it. Once again looking towards the entrance, Isaac sipped his water and waited patiently for his next customer to walk through the doors.
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