DamningTheHeavens
Star
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2010
"Ugh, I don't want to be here tonight. I couldn't get any sleep today" Stephen said with a yawn, his medium length black hair slipped down into his eyes, half obscuring the bright green orbs that rested there. The waitress just smiled and laughed at him. "You gotta smoke pot man. Puts my ass right to sleep." He Ignored that comment and instead set to work at cutting lemons. It was odd, cutting lemons to put in drinks of alcohol as well as blood, or mixtures thereof. Also odd was the fact that he now kept the same sleep schedule as the clientele, though that would be true even if he worked in a normal bar.
Red Velvet was not a normal bar. It catered to mostly vampires, but served the random regular people that stumbled in from out of town. His fatigue was getting to him, and it showed as he attempted to cut a lemon with the back side of a knife, squirting juice all over the black leather jacket he had on over a red tank top with RED VELVET written in blue cursive on it. He wiped it off with his hand, chuckling a little at his stupid move.
He really hoped tonight would be busy. If the bar ended up dead, he would probably end up passing out at the bar and get fired. After all, it would be the third time it's happened. He often thought about getting out of the bare scene, but he had a good body and often got great tips from the ladies. To get as much money as he often gets on an average night, he would actually have to work his ass off. Which was something that he was not willing to do at this point in his life.
After about an hour of prepping(and with the right end of the knife) the bar was ready for business. Stephen turned the neon signs on, the overhead lights down, and threw open the front door.
Red Velvet was not a normal bar. It catered to mostly vampires, but served the random regular people that stumbled in from out of town. His fatigue was getting to him, and it showed as he attempted to cut a lemon with the back side of a knife, squirting juice all over the black leather jacket he had on over a red tank top with RED VELVET written in blue cursive on it. He wiped it off with his hand, chuckling a little at his stupid move.
He really hoped tonight would be busy. If the bar ended up dead, he would probably end up passing out at the bar and get fired. After all, it would be the third time it's happened. He often thought about getting out of the bare scene, but he had a good body and often got great tips from the ladies. To get as much money as he often gets on an average night, he would actually have to work his ass off. Which was something that he was not willing to do at this point in his life.
After about an hour of prepping(and with the right end of the knife) the bar was ready for business. Stephen turned the neon signs on, the overhead lights down, and threw open the front door.