The Village Inn Pub & B&B - Open Thread, All Welcome

peers over the bar and down at the little bunny

I'm sorry poppet but we've no carrotjuice here. There's a pet store along the street.

On second thoughts.

picks up and cuddles the soft little thing close before placing... her... on the bar

I have a feeling my cat will be a little to interested in you. Excuse me while I boot the little swine out for an hour or two.
 
*With a wave, and more than a once over to Rhian. Looking angrily at bad news from Arsenal, about Van Persie, and hoping it to be Rumour.*

"A pint? Warm. Dark. Bitter. Like my mood."

*Growling a thanks, and leaving a likeness of Watt and Boulton on the table.*

"Just keep them coming. It's a foul mood today, and U don't want to go to my work to muck them up. And would Canadian Pub Fare be Amiss? Could you do Chips with Cheese Curds under the Gravy?"
 
Rhian serves the pint and then scuttles to the kitchen. I really must think about getting a chef

"I'm sure Rhian will do her best, though she's not Canadian. I don't suppose you cook?

How come your day was so shitty?
 
Watching the young lass in her too short skirt leave. Eyeing the ink on her arm more than the black panties.

"I do. Even worked a pub kitchen by myself once. Not looking to repeat the experience without something spectacular in the way of payment. Sides. then I'd be bartender janitor handyman, cook, and bouncer, in four different places. Not sure how many more jobs I can handle."

Sipping slowly. Gauging, and taking a longer darker drink. Manners largely gone. A bit of foam in my beard, and the back of my hand to wipe it away. Grit dirt and scratches, decorate calloused sunken knuckles.

"Today not so bad. Except for the lost work hours. Ended up with 4 hours down time I can't be paid for today. Got to spend two on Lit, but that still doesn't make up for thinking I needed to be up at 5 am, and then making me wait somewhere till 9. Without work till Noon. It also doesn't help to be sent to the back of beyond to sweat in ungodly heat, breathe exhaust, and be eaten alive by mosquitoes. All while crawling through a swamp. And told that someone else's problem means you have 3 hours to get the entire work day completed. Not my fault or idea to be 7 hours late."

Realising how much I'm grumbling without cause. And having the good grace to unclench my hands from fists, and look a little embarrassed.


And how was your day Ms? Miss Euphoric?
 
"Alright. Slow." I smile at him as I realise how to kill two birds with one stone. "If you're looking for some steadier work not located in a swamp, then I'm in need of a chef. As for compensation, I have a feeling you and Rhian could come to an understanding."
 
A raised eyebrow, and a small little grin. Considering a moment.

"While pretty, and I hope she won't take offense, she's a tad... Small for my tastes. Lacking some assets up front, and the poundage to support them. I like a girl I know won't break under the stress. I can be a little rough on things, sometimes. "

Taking a more polite swig of my Stout, and smiling a little wider.

"I've also a little predilection for a certain act, that she just isn't too equipped for. But she is pretty. No if I take the job, tempting as your offer is... I'll take it mostly free of charge. I like to earn the favours I get. "
 
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