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paradisalogs2012-04-30 07:49 pm
both_neither) wrote in paradisalogs2012-04-30 07:49 pm
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Working hard
Who: Gren and YOU
What: Working...or maybe not
When: Today
Where: A pub in town
Given everything, it was nice to simply be doing something ordinary with his day. The job he'd gotten here wasn't much. Initially they'd hired him as a part time janitor, but things were slow enough that he'd become a fill in bartender and occasional handyman when things in the run-down little bar needed work. And that was okay with Gren. It was homey, peaceful, and had a stock of some of the best whiskey he'd ever had. It was a lot less exciting than drug running, but he could live with a few less bullets in his day.
Today he's finishing up a little repair work on one of the barstools that had come loose. A small red toolbox is set on the bar as he tightens the last screw.
He stands up with a sigh, pushing his hair over his shoulder, and contemplates a short break.
"Hey, sorry about mess. I'll have it out of the way in a second..." he says as a customer walks in.
What: Working...or maybe not
When: Today
Where: A pub in town
Given everything, it was nice to simply be doing something ordinary with his day. The job he'd gotten here wasn't much. Initially they'd hired him as a part time janitor, but things were slow enough that he'd become a fill in bartender and occasional handyman when things in the run-down little bar needed work. And that was okay with Gren. It was homey, peaceful, and had a stock of some of the best whiskey he'd ever had. It was a lot less exciting than drug running, but he could live with a few less bullets in his day.
Today he's finishing up a little repair work on one of the barstools that had come loose. A small red toolbox is set on the bar as he tightens the last screw.
He stands up with a sigh, pushing his hair over his shoulder, and contemplates a short break.
"Hey, sorry about mess. I'll have it out of the way in a second..." he says as a customer walks in.
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He smiled and poured himself a small amount.
"Let's drink to that, hm? To blessings in disguise."
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"And to friends. Slainte mhaith."