He's bored... Someone come visit him at the bar. It's so Empty.

@OnBrokenWing "It is boring today, isn't it?"

@FancyNotClassy " Too slow for my liking. Not enough Happening. There's only so much cleaning I can do behind the bar.

@OnBrokenWing "Well, let me fix that." Takes a seat at the bar, folding my legs on the stool so it hooks on my heel. "Gin and tonic, if you please."

@FancyNotClassy " Gin and tonic indeed. Any preference on Gin?" He asks as he smiles and sets down a black beverage napkin and salts the napkin so it isn't lifted when the glass is lifted.

@OnBrokenWing "Mm, Beefeater if you have it." Noticing the treatment of the napkin made me smirk. "A bartender who has some skill. Rare and refreshing."

@FancyNotClassy " You're in luck. Beefeater and Tonic." He smirked as she noticed that he had at least some level of competence and skill. It's only a few more minutes before her drink is set in front of her.

@OnBrokenWing "Some call me lucky," I said with a sly grin, reaching for the glass once it was offered. "What do people call you?"

@FancyNotClassy " I'm Gabe... And you? What do people call you, other than pretty?" He chuckled as he set leaned back against the bar. Allowing himself to relax a bit. This was a slow night shift after all.

@OnBrokenWing "That is rather cheesy, but I can appreciate a good pick up line." Grins and sips my gin elegantly. "People call me Penelope. Pleasure meeting you, Gabe. I particular approve of your ration of gin to tonic."

@FancyNotClassy " The right rationing comes with time and practice. I'm glad you like it." He's smiling at her compliment, blushing even. Usually It's too busy to ever get complimented.

@OnBrokenWing "How long have you been practicing?" I questioned mildly, swirling the drink in hand, eying it and then him. The blush was a surprise, but cute. I expected he'd get complimented constantly. Handsome man behind the bar, women must be falling over their feet for him.

@FancyNotClassy ' I got out of college a few years ago... Probably going on 4 years now?" He says with a wry smile. When it's a busy Friday night, drunk women complimenting him isn't as powerful as a sober woman doing the same. They fall over alright, and usually spill their drinks all over.

@OnBrokenWing "Four years? What was your degree?" The economy was difficult, I thought to myself. Perhaps that was why he chose to be a bartender instead of using his education. Not that I looked down on the work. He seemed capable of doing whatever he chose. Very capable.