golden boy and gold dust.

Perhaps this bartender was a bit more perceptive than he’d thought. Had he realized that he, Raven, wasn’t a typical stupid drunk and lost interest? Interesting.

"Oooh am I being brushed of now?" he said, gently teasing. "And here I’d promised you returned business." He gave an over-dramatic, wistful sigh. "Ah C’est la vie." He shook his head with a playful, smiling ‘tut tut’.

"Oh, little old me? Brushing you off? No way!!! I like all my customers very, very much." Alvin grinned from behind his counter. "I just thought you'd want your peace and quiet, you know? Old men like their solitude, anyway." 

  "Not at all! I was just trying to be polite and make small talk.”

     For some reason, she doesn’t want to know what interesting means.

"-- And who's going to find out? I'm the barkeep, anyway."  Was what Alvin was going to say, but he decided to take the more mature route.

"Oh, you curious about me, now? Well, then, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. Unfortunately, I'm not a teacher. Although, that'd be pretty interesting wouldn't it?" 

  "— So who are you, anyways?”

He took a casual gulp of his beer. “This stuff’s pretty good,” he said with yet another smile. He seemed to be mellowing out with the alcohol. While he had lost none of his friendly demeanor, it was calmer now.

He was one of those people that Alvin knew he would have a more difficult time with. Whatever this old man was enduring, he clearly knew they came from a similar background - one that kept them all smiles, and deceptive to all.

That wasn't very fun.

Today had not been the best day for Guy; he’d woken up late and only barely made it to class on time (after much panicking), then later realized he’d left his wallet back in his room and had had to forgo lunch. That, after a rough night’s sleep, was enough to make Guy feel exhausted and just a bit irritable. Obviously, that could mean only one thing: it was time to play around with his cellphone and see what he could do.

For a few minutes, Guy managed to navigate the hustle and bustle of the crowds smoothly while still fiddling around with his phone. Soon enough, though, he bumped straight into someone and heard the distinct sound of things hitting the ground. …Many, many things. He’d somehow managed to keep ahold of his phone (technology was precious after all!), and though he was relieved for all of two seconds, he quickly turned to face the unfortunate stranger.

Alvin had just arrived back from the forest with the acquired antlers a customer had specifically asked for a few days ago. He wasn't going to lie, that bulk was extremely heavy.  Especially since he opted to bring a few of the meat back for some of his chef's cooking at the bar.  His back was sore, and he secretly swore he was going to have back problems by the end of the day if he kept continuing.

"Nah, kid it's a-ok. You saved me from my stubborn work ethic." He grinned, and scratched the back of his head while looking at the goods with the shake of his head. "But, hey, I wouldn't mind if you helped me carry it back to my place. That's the least you can do." He began; his tone was playful, but he did seem to want that.

By the looks of the new face, Alvin assumed it was yet again a newcomer for Caelum's institution. He wondered what kind of person this fellow was to get into that kind of place, but reasoned he was probably just like everyone else - smart, and innocent - not too tainted, and naive, had a whole future ahead of him.

"I’ve been around before, but I decided to try somewhere new today. It’s a bit nicer here than I’m used to. Cleaner too. not that I’m complaining any. Just needed a change of scenery."

He unfolded the menu and took a look. “Hmm… what’s good here? And I mean tastes good, not ‘most expensive’,” He winked at the bartender playfully.

"Let's see now, my particular favorites are probably the bacon, cheddar cheese dip, avocado fries, macaroni cheese bites, and the grilled bacon wrapped jalapeno." He mused. "I actually can't say if I do have a favorite, they're all home recipes of course." He grinned, hoping that the man would be at least interested in one of them.

"Well, Olympios is the best bar around." Alvin laughed, but he took offense that the man hadn't entered his establishment. Of course, he had spent a pretty penny on it's interior. He wasn't up for shabby and messy places. That just wasn't his style. 

"… A joke? Really?”