Anger Management [Lee/Open] Oct 1, 2012 4:37:06 GMT -5
Post by REAGAN TAYLOR on Oct 1, 2012 4:37:06 GMT -5
"oh for the love of..NOT YOU."
Reagan looked at the time and realized she was late. It was fifteen minutes before the current bartender would switch shifts with her..and it was always a pain to hear him complain to her about her being late. He was a chauvinist pig; he didn't even want her working there when she applied for the position. To this day she wasn't sure if it was because of how she looked, or the fact that she was a woman. Either way, she didn't feel like tolerating his insults tonight. ...Or any other night for that matter. The boss had already warned her to play nice with the other employees when she punched the idiot in the gut. He deserved every ounce of pain that he got, but apparently the boss didn't think so.
"If you weren't such a damn good bartender you would've been fired already, Reagan."
With a snicker at the memory, Reagan quickly found her usual black pants and white shirt uniform and cursed name tag to put on. At least she was allowed to keep her choker and piercings on. It was a damn good thing she loved to mix drinks too otherwise the outfit would've been absolutely intolerable. One look in the mirror and Reagan was off from her apartment toward downtown.
It wasn't the nicest looking of bars, but she didn't mind. In fact, the people here were so much more tolerable than the people uptown. They'd probably sneer at her mixing capabilities, which were perfectly good. Either way, she was sure to make a scene if she was anywhere but in the downtown area. People were more tolerant of her attitude here, and that was more than enough to compensate for the less-than-great decor.
As expected, the bartender was angry she was late and spewed complaints. Reagan swiftly stuck out her ringed middle finger to him before getting behind the bar and taking over his customers (which weren't that many). In fact, the customers that were there shortly left once she took over (they were probably done but Reagan liked to think that they were afraid of giving their orders to her). Picking up a glass that needed to be cleaned, she began the cleaning process and looked over toward the door, wondering who would piss her off or intrigue her today.
Notes: Sorry for not being totally well-versed in the fancy styles of posting XD". And sorry about the short post.. I kinda suck at opening threads too, so I promise the quality will get better! Also, what I meant about it not being fair is I wanted to get an entrance in; I forgot that she totally could've been at the bar well before Lee walked in hahaha XD. Oh well, this is what staying up late does to my head 0_o
Tags: Lee, open