Astalan couldn’t help but begin to laugh at the situation he was in. He had never thought in his wildest dreams that one day he would be serving alcohol to the pathetic humans that walked through the doors of one of the local bars, but yet here he was standing behind the bar and looking at the drink list. He shook his head and sighed before taking out a rag and beginning to clean glasses as the relatively quiet bar began to fill up, knowing that soon he wouldn’t be able to relax and his drink making skills would be put to the test. He had his first few customers and it was easy enough, simple people asking for beers and whiskeys and nothing spectacular or difficult to make. He promptly served the drinks and took the money from his customers, smiling softly at each one when they would tip him. The payout on the tips wasn’t always the greatest but he also understood that he wasn’t an attractive young woman like these guys were probably hoping to have served them.
As the night went on the bar started getting a little but busier and Astalan’s drinks began getting a little bit more challenging to make. He knew his mixology and it was a simple enough task to fulfil but he decided that he would tackle his tasks with finesse and speed and so he would begin flipping the bottles as he was making the drinks, always careful not to drop them and using his advanced speed and reflexes to catch them before they were able to either drop or spill. The patrons at the bar loved it for the most part, enjoying the fact that they were getting drinks and a show at the same time, and Astalan was more than happy to oblige as it was increasing the average tip that he was making. He looked around the floor and noticed several of the tables had filled up and that the music was keeping everyone fairly mellow, which was perfect for him as he didn’t want to deal with rowdy patrons right now. He knew that that wasn’t his job tonight but he was always thinking of it in the back of his mind.
The last few hours of the shift at the bar coasted by without any incident. He sat back and enjoyed the music, calling for cabs when a few of the guys at the bar wanted to leave. At least they were being responsible about their drinking. He watched as the numbers dwindled down to only a few and when he called out “Last Call” the guys who were there all came up and grabbed another drink from him, each of them simply grabbing a beer and squaring up their tabs. He smiled and thanked each of them as they took their drinks off to their table and finished them off quickly before heading out of the bar themselves. When he closed the bar he sighed and looked around, helping clean the place up before leaving for the night. It wasn’t the best job in the world, but it certainly wasn’t the worst either…
540/500+ Mission complete!~
