voice + action ✪ we lost the war but won the battle

[herotypical]

[ a chipper voice cuts across the journals. or, at least, it's the voice of someone who is making a sincere effort to be chipper. there's work to be done and the turmoil beneath the surface can be set aside for at least an evening. can't it? ]

The liquid feast of Saint Patrick is soon upon us. So, I'm expecting you hooligans to pack Good Spirits so tightly that I won't be able to tell whether you're lab-rats or sardines. And for those of you who aren't yet up to speed on the bevy of beverage options in town, let me tell you that Good Spirits is just about as premier a pub as you can get in a town where the yardstick is made up and the prices don't matter. Ugh. Next time? I am totally putting Asch on PR duty. It'll be good for him.

[ ...right about now is the time where the young faux-entrepreneur needs to pause for a much-needed breath. ] Lately, the apparently-not-so permanent bar staff has been whittled down a bit, so maybe I should be thinking about hiring some extra hands for the seventeenth.

But while I have your attention -- I'm Buffy Summers, and I have a few vital questions that need answering: soup or salad? Pink Floyd or Led Zepplin? Paper or plastic? Crossword or jigsaw? Aniston or Jolie? Thin crust or thick crust?...Boxers or briefs?

Points will be docked for stupid questions and back-sass. Double points will be docked if you back-sass while also being Xander Harris.

[ with this questionnaire completed, buffy throws herself back into the glamorous life of barmaidenhood. you can find her at good spirits for the majority of the evening, or perhaps you ran into her earler in the day while she was attempting to track down unholy amounts of green food colouring at the item and grocery shops. ]

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[rightfootforward]

[rood]

Not one for group parties, are we? I don't blame you. Something rather nice about being home without having to worry about others.

[herotypical]

I don't mind them, but it's gotten to the point where every Thursday night at the pub is like hosting a house party.

[rightfootforward]

Lacking any other entertainment, the only one remaining is to drown oneself in beer it seems.

How many staff do you have on hand?

[herotypical]

Four. Two tenders, two servers.

But with the temporary hires, we're up to six.

[rightfootforward]

How many more do you need?

If this future is anything like when I am from, you're in for quite a night.

[herotypical]

We can always use more for the night itself. I'm holding tight on any permanent hires until after I see what people are made of.

[rightfootforward]

Wise. As helpful as people wish to be, it's better to err on the side of caution.

[And heck, why not. It's not like she has much to do that night besides watching everyone else get utterly plastered. Also, it provides the perfect opportunity to listen in to conversations.]

If you need someone to serve, I'd be happy to help. Afraid I'm not much good when it comes to mixing aside from simple things, though.

[herotypical]

Serving would absolutely be a help. And if you find you don't mind it, I might even keep you on. If that's cool with you.

[rightfootforward]

As long as there isn't a strange uniform, it would certainly give me something to do.

[herotypical]

Trust me. As a semi-veteran of the food service industry, I know the pain of a strange uniform. And I don't inflict that pain on anyone here.

[rightfootforward]

Thank God. What time should I arrive?

[herotypical]

Noon might be nice. At least for a quick orientation on the bar itself. But you can always then leave and come back later for the real rush. Or you can come and get that refresher right now.

[rightfootforward]

And early orientation wouldn't hurt. Shall I come over in 10?

[herotypical]

...I'll be here. Shockingly, I don't have all that much to do except be here.

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[rightfootforward]

I couldn't imagine why.

[But she'll get up and start moving. It shouldn't take her long to arrive at the bar, wearing her usual pencil skirt and white blouse. 40s style for the win]

Ms. Summers?

[herotypical]

...That's me. Please, stick with Buffy. Ms Summers is what my students called me.

[ a half-smile. ] And you must be Lana Turner -- [ she quips, taking note of the glamourous 40s stylings with that wry little sentence. all the same, she holds out a hand. ]

[rightfootforward]

[Peggy smiles at that and takes Buffy's hand, shaking it firmly.]

If only I were so glamorous.

Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Buffy.

[herotypical]

...Please, you're rocking those pin curls. It's at least ten times more glamorous than...[ she touches her hair, as if she's forgotten today's style. ] Ah! Braids.

[rightfootforward]

To be fair, pin curls are more common when I'm from than pigtails.

Now, what can I help you with?

[herotypical]

...Well, do you have questions? Serving isn't exactly something I need to test you for. But -- oh! Do you have any relevant experience?

[rightfootforward]

[Relevant? ...Soooort of? She pretended to be a housemaid for a little while during a mission to recover German scientists from Nazi control. Does that count?]

I've been known to wait tables when necessary.

But I mostly need to know your layout, a listing of the menu to memorize, and an idea of what you will and won't serve - and who.

[herotypical]

I'll admit, we play it a little fast and loose with the drinking age. Not wildly so, but not everyone comes from a place where the accepted age is twenty-one. From the sounds of it, you probably don't. Under-seventeens get mocktails or smoothies, but we don't kick them out. There aren't enough well-supervised places to hang out in this town as it is. Seventeens to eighteens get served cautiously. It's kind of a case by case basis, really. Anyone else tends to get cut off whenever they start trying to damage the fixtures.

[rightfootforward]

[Eh, she can do that. And really, she isn't too surprised at the policy. She was actually wondering how they would even tell with some of the people here, so this makes it a lot easier.]

I take it we have measures in place should someone actually try to damage said fixtures? Or are we authorized to do as we see fit?

[herotypical]

Pretty much the latter. A lot of us can double as bouncers, but if that's not something you feel comfortable getting into? Just signal someone else behind the bar. I'm always happy to toss a troublemaker out on his or her ass.

[rightfootforward]

Oh, I feel comfortable with it - I simply wanted to check if it was allowed.

[Peggy smiles at that and nods.]

If there are no other rules to know, then a copy of the menu should suffice to get me ready for the rush.