Post by Deleted on May 8, 2022 21:46:34 GMT -5
"Rum and Coke, thanks, mate."
Rotty gave the bartender a tightlipped smile based only out of habit and not happiness. There was no denying that he'd just had one of the roughest shifts bouncing at his bar, and he was thankful that Pat's was still open once he'd been able to clock out. It had just been one cat fight after another, guys throwing drinks on each other for no good reason, the bartender getting harassed several times by multiple different people, and then, of course, all the underage kids trying to get into the bar and throwing little hissy fits when Rotty turned them away. He could deal with adults acting like idiots, but dealing with children was like being skinned alive most of the time. He knew it was partly because he was rotten at their age himself and had gotten into bars multiple times, but he wouldn't admit that.
"Cheers," he said under his breath more to himself than anyone else once the bartender sat a rather sizeable rum and Coke in front of him.
"You like like you could use it," the bartender said in a back-handed sort of way, but before Rotty could really process the anti-compliment and look up with a furrowed brow, the bartender had made their way to the opposite end of the bar with their back turned to him. He decided to let it be. After all, he was the one with the huge pint of rum and Coke in front of him, and that would make things better. He brought the glass to his lips and downed half of the contents before letting out a content sigh and a not-so-subtle belch that made the few patrons in the bar turn to look at him. Rotty, however, merely stared at his drink, completely oblivious to the attention he'd brought on himself. Pretty soon, the overstimulation of his heightened senses would dull, and he'd be able to relax--hopefully before he succumbed to the urge to bite into the solid glass of the mug he held.
Rotty gave the bartender a tightlipped smile based only out of habit and not happiness. There was no denying that he'd just had one of the roughest shifts bouncing at his bar, and he was thankful that Pat's was still open once he'd been able to clock out. It had just been one cat fight after another, guys throwing drinks on each other for no good reason, the bartender getting harassed several times by multiple different people, and then, of course, all the underage kids trying to get into the bar and throwing little hissy fits when Rotty turned them away. He could deal with adults acting like idiots, but dealing with children was like being skinned alive most of the time. He knew it was partly because he was rotten at their age himself and had gotten into bars multiple times, but he wouldn't admit that.
"Cheers," he said under his breath more to himself than anyone else once the bartender sat a rather sizeable rum and Coke in front of him.
"You like like you could use it," the bartender said in a back-handed sort of way, but before Rotty could really process the anti-compliment and look up with a furrowed brow, the bartender had made their way to the opposite end of the bar with their back turned to him. He decided to let it be. After all, he was the one with the huge pint of rum and Coke in front of him, and that would make things better. He brought the glass to his lips and downed half of the contents before letting out a content sigh and a not-so-subtle belch that made the few patrons in the bar turn to look at him. Rotty, however, merely stared at his drink, completely oblivious to the attention he'd brought on himself. Pretty soon, the overstimulation of his heightened senses would dull, and he'd be able to relax--hopefully before he succumbed to the urge to bite into the solid glass of the mug he held.