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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 13:45:24 GMT -5
Rose was working the bar at Irving Hall that night, her favorite job. There was always some poor sap drinking his problems away that would eventually spill his guts out to her. If Rose loved anything, it was a juicy story. She poured a beer for a middle aged man who tried to hold onto her hand for longer than was appropriate. She squeezed it out, shooting him a friendly smile.
That was the downside of working as a bartender. Most of the guys at the bar were far too old to actually catch Rose's attention, though not just any guy could, even if he was around her age.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 13:55:08 GMT -5
Moonshine was nursing a glass of whiskey. It was a whiskey kind of night. He'd been shot down. Again. By a girl with a boyfriend. Again. How was it possibly that every newsie girl in Manhattan had a fella??
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 13:59:18 GMT -5
To be honest, Rose had completely forgotten about the young guy at the end of the bar. He'd been there for a while now, and she remembered what he was drinking. She picked up the bottle and brought it down with her.
"Another?"
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Post by Script on Oct 15, 2011 14:11:16 GMT -5
He all but grunted. "Just keep 'em comin', Sugar." He only sort of glanced at her. Which was a testmanent to how off his game he was.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:17:57 GMT -5
Rose simply nodded, filling his glass with the strong smelling, amber liquid. She stood there for a bit longer under the guise of wiping the counter; she was really waiting for him to tell his story. For he obviously had one, and probably a really good one.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 14:21:33 GMT -5
He glanced at her over the rim of his glass. "Haven't seen ya here before. You new?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:23:33 GMT -5
Rose lifted one shoulder in a non-committal shrug, glancing up at him before quickly lowering her gaze back to the gleaming counter.
"Not really, but I don't usually work the bar. Backstage, mostly."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 14:29:34 GMT -5
He nodded, drinking a minute. Then, "I'm Tyler. Folks call me Moonshine."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:32:07 GMT -5
"Rose," she answered with a small nod and a small smile. "Which do you prefer?"
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 14:34:43 GMT -5
He shrugged, but smiled back. "I guess only girls ever call me Tyler. And usually when were...close."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:38:20 GMT -5
"So, you're saying I should call you Moonshine, then?" Rose quirked an eyebrow up at him, no sign of humor in her expression. Though she was laughing on the inside.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 14:42:02 GMT -5
He smirked at her. "For now." God bless pretty bar tenders. He was starting to feel better already.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:43:31 GMT -5
Rose studied his glass, then the bottle she had set on the counter in front of him.
"I think I'm gonna call you 'Whiskey' instead."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 15, 2011 14:50:10 GMT -5
He laughed, flashing her a grin. "Well, now, Sugar. Moonshine's the best kinda whiskey there is."
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2011 14:53:17 GMT -5
Rose simply shrugged, re-filling his glass carefully.
"So, Whiskey, what's your sob story?"
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