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maskormenacelogs2016-09-30 09:54 pm
shittybirthday) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-30 09:54 pm
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WHO: Daisy & Joel
WHERE: Joel's bar
WHEN: End of September, late at night
WHAT: Of all the bars Daisy could have walked into, she just had to walk in Joel's. Lineface.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary, tho.
[ Christ, thinks Joel irritably as he snatches the broom from the small utility closet next to his office out the back. Why he sticks around working in this dive, he doesn't know. It keeps him busy, he reluctantly supposes. Busy is good; it stops him from thinking too much about losing Ellie again.
He trudges out from behind the bar and heads to a huge mess of broken glass and drops of blood smeared and scattered all over the beer-stained wooden floor by the pool table. A goddamned fight had broken out while Joel was tied up serving customers behind the bar; the fight had been over a game of pool that one guy thought he'd lost unfairly, and the next thing Joel knew, glasses were being smashed over heads and fists were being violently swung in a messy, drunken brawl. Joel had wasted no time in throwing them out, effortlessly tossing them out on the street like trash. Super-strength comes in real handy when dealing with morons like them.
He surveys the mess waiting for him on the floor with a tired, irritated sigh. Taking the broom in both hands, he starts sweeping. With closing time fast approaching, only a few patrons are still drinking at the bar. The music blaring over the speakers is the only sound filling the otherwise now quiet bar.
Hearing the door open and someone entering, Joel stops mid-sweep. ]
I'm closin' in fifteen-- [ He stops when he realises who it is that's entered his bar. A brief raise of his brows before he sets his mouth into a flat line. ] Oh. It's you.
[ Don't sound too excited to see Daisy, Joel. ]
WHERE: Joel's bar
WHEN: End of September, late at night
WHAT: Of all the bars Daisy could have walked into, she just had to walk in Joel's. Lineface.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary, tho.
[ Christ, thinks Joel irritably as he snatches the broom from the small utility closet next to his office out the back. Why he sticks around working in this dive, he doesn't know. It keeps him busy, he reluctantly supposes. Busy is good; it stops him from thinking too much about losing Ellie again.
He trudges out from behind the bar and heads to a huge mess of broken glass and drops of blood smeared and scattered all over the beer-stained wooden floor by the pool table. A goddamned fight had broken out while Joel was tied up serving customers behind the bar; the fight had been over a game of pool that one guy thought he'd lost unfairly, and the next thing Joel knew, glasses were being smashed over heads and fists were being violently swung in a messy, drunken brawl. Joel had wasted no time in throwing them out, effortlessly tossing them out on the street like trash. Super-strength comes in real handy when dealing with morons like them.
He surveys the mess waiting for him on the floor with a tired, irritated sigh. Taking the broom in both hands, he starts sweeping. With closing time fast approaching, only a few patrons are still drinking at the bar. The music blaring over the speakers is the only sound filling the otherwise now quiet bar.
Hearing the door open and someone entering, Joel stops mid-sweep. ]
I'm closin' in fifteen-- [ He stops when he realises who it is that's entered his bar. A brief raise of his brows before he sets his mouth into a flat line. ] Oh. It's you.
[ Don't sound too excited to see Daisy, Joel. ]