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It's only been a week and the bar's shut down... Huh. Oh well! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ Finish this pile of work and then I'm home free back to hell! I'm moving out!
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.
Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.
You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.
Oh shut it. What do you want?
I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.
I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.
God. I forgot how fucking stupid you are… You know.. I’m quite frankly surprised you’ve made it this far. Your total lack of self preservation is frightening. I’m shocked you aren’t dead in a ditch.
Oh same here (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) But here I am! Now let me pay for this and be on my way. Unless there is something else you need?
I’m curious what’s brought you back to earth. But.. tonight isn’t the evening. I’ll have someone grab you your bill. If you plan on stopping by again, I’ll cover it next time. Because clearly you seem to gawk at my prices. Only on the condition you tell me what brings you to earth. My curiosity is eating me alive. And I’m sure free drinks would be a worthy payment for that information.
While I appreciate the offer I will have to decline in advance. After all, I'm not certain I can reveal that information to you of all people.
You’re no fun. You’re still the same sticker for the rules that you were we when first met. I’m sure I’ll find out why you’re here eventually. It’ll come out.. one way or another.
Don't use your work with this stuff. You won't find anything.
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.
Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.
You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.
Oh shut it. What do you want?
I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.
I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.
God. I forgot how fucking stupid you are… You know.. I’m quite frankly surprised you’ve made it this far. Your total lack of self preservation is frightening. I’m shocked you aren’t dead in a ditch.
Oh same here (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) But here I am! Now let me pay for this and be on my way. Unless there is something else you need?
I’m curious what’s brought you back to earth. But.. tonight isn’t the evening. I’ll have someone grab you your bill. If you plan on stopping by again, I’ll cover it next time. Because clearly you seem to gawk at my prices. Only on the condition you tell me what brings you to earth. My curiosity is eating me alive. And I’m sure free drinks would be a worthy payment for that information.
While I appreciate the offer I will have to decline in advance. After all, I'm not certain I can reveal that information to you of all people.
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.
Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.
You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.
Oh shut it. What do you want?
I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.
I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.
God. I forgot how fucking stupid you are… You know.. I’m quite frankly surprised you’ve made it this far. Your total lack of self preservation is frightening. I’m shocked you aren’t dead in a ditch.
Oh same here (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) But here I am! Now let me pay for this and be on my way. Unless there is something else you need?

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Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.
Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.
You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.
Oh shut it. What do you want?
I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.
I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.
Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.
You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.
Oh shut it. What do you want?
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.
Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.
Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.
400.... Does she even have that much earth currency-- she does. She still has a bank account here. Its not like she's renting a house or anything.
Well in that case I'll have to stop drinking here. Your time was appreciated. I'm just going to go pay for this...
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
It’s a very expensive cocktail mixed with liquor from our top shelf. With the amount you’ve drunk, you’ve really racked up quite the bill. I hope that won’t be an issue for you, but you said you were willing to pay afterall.
Ah. I’m sure we’ve all made some of those. For me at least, mine were all relationships. Picking the wrong people. I’m sure I’ll never see any of them again though. And I’m sure they’d be smart enough to not come back to my bar. I’ve never been known to be particularly.. forgiving.
...How much exactly? I'm sure I can afford it.
Haha. How funny. One of my exes was similar to you. If she does something to me so be it on me for forgetting something so basic.

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Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.
Aaa. I express some regrets. And yes. What exactly is this? Its not bad.
The Observer's handed a second glass and she quietly sips it.
I found my Cat during college. It was so small back then. Oh my rebellious years where I snuck out from my home to explore the worlds and made some poor decisions.
Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Danny pulls out her phone, her background is a photo of the ugliest looking cat you could possibly imagine. His long white fur has weird streaks of grey and brown, making him perpetually look like he’s rolled in mud. He’s also missing an eye, a chunk out of his ear and probably some toes. She looks thrilled to show him off despite his appearance, she’s clearly very enamoured with this animal.
This is him, his name is Ernst. He’s my ugly little creature.
He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?
Hi are you the SCP or whatever?
~ 👁👁 ( @hells-favourite-observer
Technically.
Who wants to know?
You may call me The Observer. I'm messaging you on behalf of my bosses or something. Anyways, so what exactly do you do? Besides containing anamolies. Don't try it on me. Its not worth it.
The Foundation is big. It does a lot. It also researches what we've contained and had operations for future containment and technology for containing things...
But for me, I was more on the research side of things before being bounced around to different departments due to... incidents.
Mhm, mhm. So trying to understand the supernatural essentially. Keeping it away from regular society.
From my employer's notes I assume those incidents include the Denny's incident? And let's see... The officers that got killed in New Zealand?
I would ask how you know about that, but you are called the watcher for a reason, I guess. Also yes for all of the above...
Sooooo... what do you and your bosses want from me?
Me? Information probably. My bosses? Probably want your notes on Superhell or whatever. Who knows what corporate or the big bosses want.
I can set un an appointment between our bosses for the second thing.
For the first thing... it depends on what you want to know about? Some of it is classified.
Sounds alright. I'll let them know.
What information have you collected on those lawyer guys is my primary one.
OH! Marshal Carter and Dark.
Their a pain in my ass is what they are.
So MCD is a service that represents anomalies, that can afford it, in legal battles. There's some anomalies that we've gotten from them and some they've gotten from us. I don't know too much.
Mhm, mhm. Writing this down... This information is quite appreciated. So they provide a needed service.
Hi are you the SCP or whatever?
~ 👁👁 ( @hells-favourite-observer
Technically.
Who wants to know?
You may call me The Observer. I'm messaging you on behalf of my bosses or something. Anyways, so what exactly do you do? Besides containing anamolies. Don't try it on me. Its not worth it.
The Foundation is big. It does a lot. It also researches what we've contained and had operations for future containment and technology for containing things...
But for me, I was more on the research side of things before being bounced around to different departments due to... incidents.
Mhm, mhm. So trying to understand the supernatural essentially. Keeping it away from regular society.
From my employer's notes I assume those incidents include the Denny's incident? And let's see... The officers that got killed in New Zealand?
I would ask how you know about that, but you are called the watcher for a reason, I guess. Also yes for all of the above...
Sooooo... what do you and your bosses want from me?
Me? Information probably. My bosses? Probably want your notes on Superhell or whatever. Who knows what corporate or the big bosses want.
I can set un an appointment between our bosses for the second thing.
For the first thing... it depends on what you want to know about? Some of it is classified.
Sounds alright. I'll let them know.
What information have you collected on those lawyer guys is my primary one.
You observe things about super hell right? Have you observed the convenience store? I saw the sign but I don't know where it's at...
No? In all my wandering around hell I never once saw a convenience store. My guess is its a recent addition or something. I can ask whoever else's been designated to this world for more information later if you would like, anon. But first, I'm in a bit of a... predicament.

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Behind the busy streets of the city, tucked away from sight, sits the Mile End. A bustling pub full of drunks and an owner who even when the doors close, seems to get richer by the second.
Inside, every inch of the place is packed. Even if you could see past the swathes of drunks and dim lighting, you'd still struggle to find somewhere to sit. It's a nice looking place, but it doesn't look like the words "we should renovate" have ever been muttered.. or even thought of by the owner. Everything from the lights, to the stools, to the wood of the bar give off the vibe that they're older than all of the patrons inside.
...
Standing behind the bar, there's a young bartender with scruffy brown hair, hunched over, entirely focused on the drink he's making. His face buried deep in concentration. Creeping around nearby, a woman focuses on him, quietly sneaking up behind him. Her hand laid upon his shoulder, sharply pulling it back. He almost seems to shudder under her touch, losing all focus and dropping his glass. After whispering a few words to him, the poor young man looks as if he's about to puke. She gives him a tap on the shoulder before she walks off, and he then hurriedly runs off to grab a broom, desperate to get away at the first moment he can.
Before the young man even makes his way back to deal with his mess, she's walked off, clearly something.. or someone.. has captured her attention.
The Observer had had enough. Piles of work for the last month, travelling to from the bottom of Super Super Hell to the top layers, attempting to map each and every inch. On top of that, monitoring System-82B4, trying to convince it to do anything that wasn’t wholing up in the (former) Radio House. And now this.
How inconvient. How shitty of TARS to assign her more when they have the workers to spare. Research, information gathering, being made into a cartographer. And the straw the breaks the camel's back?
Its this Earth. Memories, choices, everything between and fate uses to mock her like this. She hadn't been back here since her last year of college, the months her intern work started. But she needed to do anything else.
Sitting here with piles of paper isn't helpful. Not when she's this stress with her head in her hands. Screw TARS, screw the stupid memories. A break was more important. Drinking until she goes blank.
...
The smell hits first. Cheap liquor, decent food. Familiar enough she supposed. If The Observer was lucky no one would talk to her. If she was smarter today she would've wasted some ingredients to at least dye her hair or something. But who has the energy?
Black hair tied in a ponytail, baggy dress shirt, a loosened tie. To anyone who didn't know her she could pass as some poor office worker, grabbing a drink after enough overtime to kill a normal man. A corner booth, away from the door. She sinks into the pub's plush chair. She's get up and order in a second.
Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?
The black haired woman twists her head to look at the person who touched her. The nails, a familiar enough shade. Maybe when she has the time she should do a similar colour...
Oh. What a beautiful lady.
"The same as most lost souls. A drink to drown one's sorrows, information, maybe a sense of companionship."
The Observer puts a hand around the red head's wrist.
"Why is someone like you running a place like this?"
My oh my.. so dramatic. But.. if that’s what you’re looking for.. you’ve come to the right place. The woman shakes off her guest’s grip and begins to rub her hand clean against her pant leg. She looks down at her hand, a disgusted look settles on her face.
Someone like me running a place like this..? Mm.. What an odd thing to say. I’m merely a respectable young lady looking to line her pockets. Is there something so wrong with that?
"Hm... I suppose there isn't. After all, a lady has to make her way in the world somehow, with whatever means at her disposal."
The Observer puts a smile on her face, letting it settle. A mask of calm to hide her exhaustion that shines through more than she'd like. What a problem.
"How kind of you to come see me personally, Boss lady. Now can I have a look at the menu or no?"
It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.
The delay is fine. It does appear to be quite a busy establishment. I suppose the food must be good, or the community? Whatever.
May I ask what exactly about me intrigues you? Not to say I am not honoured by such a thing - especially not from a person as beautiful as yourself. Though, I'm absolutely sure you get such compliments often.
You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.
My my. They must've been quite fortunate.
I see. Well, if you'll excuse me its about time I show the appropriate patronage to this place. Drink until I forget, as most office workers do at some point. What in particular would you recommend?
They were.. sadly they weren’t as smart as you. They didn’t realise quite how lucky they were..
Mm.. my recommendations..? There’s nothing here I wouldn’t recommend, truly. But.. if you’re having trouble choosing, why don’t you let me pick? If you don’t like it, it’ll be on the house. Consider it an apology for my mistake.
Then I shall let you pick. Regardless on the matter I'll pay. I try my best to be a decent customer, especially with...
The Observer looks around.
Businesses as quaint as your's.
Well. I’ll be right on that then. I’m sure somebody will sort you out with a menu while I’m gone.
With a smile, the woman walks away. Once her back is turned, it’s obvious she’s muttering some very.. choice words to herself. Something about a Marie or maybe a Marianne, it’s hard to tell.
The Observer looks at the retreating woman curiously, her pointed ears flicking. Marianne...? Don't tell her its her. No. It couldn't possibly be-. She lived in a different state didn't she? She had to. She should leave, get away from here--
Her thoughts stop the moment someone hands her a menu. She gives them a nod, wearing a tight-lipped smile. Fuck. It would be too suspicious. So instead she chooses to look at the menu, peruse for a moment. She can leave after she eats. Nothing bad will happen.
Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.
The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.
And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.
Appreciated.
The Observer takes the glass, swirling it around for a moment, then her gaze lands on the red-haired lady once more.
I will be sure to do as you requested.
She takes a sip. It tastes fine.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.
Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?
I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.
A woman after my own heart with that last statement.
The Observer takes another sip. What exactly is this...? Her eyes squint at the glass before she puts it back down and rests lazily on the table.
It is her. Yep, its definitely her. What was her name again...? Danielle? Danny? Dortus? Daniel? Curse her memories when it comes to matters such as this. They dated for 2 years, how do you forget? Oh well!
Do you perhaps have any questions for me? Or an idea of how we can make this minorly entertaining.
Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?
Yep, Observer's screwed. She may be a tad stupid at times but even she can see the delight the woman is taking in her suffering.
If she is to suffer further she is not doing this sober! She proceeds to down the drink in one go, coughing. Gods above that was gross. Please, alcohol, work quickly. Be enough.
I work for a big company. Of course, I can't share much due to what is essentially an NDA.
My goodness.. what a fast drinker you are. Clearly I haven’t lost my touch if you couldn’t wait and couldn’t help but scull it down that fast. I’ll get you another in a moment, if you’d like.
Very mysterious indeed. From what I could observe from your attire, I assumed it had to be somewhere big. And probably corporate too. Very boring work I’d wager.
Only if you have the alcohol to spare.
Oh this bitch is mocking her.
Haha... Not at the moment. Its been one thing after another. I haven't even been able to visit home for the last few months. Let me go back to corporate.
I’ll have someone bring you another drink over then. It’ll only be a minute, I’m sure.
Oh.. that sounds very hard for you. I hope nobody at home is missing you. Or you’re at least bothering to try and remain in touch with them. It must be hard having to put work above visiting home. I could never do it myself.
Learn from my mistakes and don't sign unfair contracts. And no, I don't have many people back homes besides Cat. My parents probably found it and are taking care of it by now.
What about you? Do you have any pets?
Oh? It’s my turn to be questioned? Hm.. Well. I have this little cat and he is the ugliest little thing you’ll ever see. He’s missing an eye and, when I bought this place, I found him in the dumpster. I love him dearly.
Would you like to see a photo?
He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.
Hi are you the SCP or whatever?
~ 👁👁 ( @hells-favourite-observer
Technically.
Who wants to know?
You may call me The Observer. I'm messaging you on behalf of my bosses or something. Anyways, so what exactly do you do? Besides containing anamolies. Don't try it on me. Its not worth it.
The Foundation is big. It does a lot. It also researches what we've contained and had operations for future containment and technology for containing things...
But for me, I was more on the research side of things before being bounced around to different departments due to... incidents.
Mhm, mhm. So trying to understand the supernatural essentially. Keeping it away from regular society.
From my employer's notes I assume those incidents include the Denny's incident? And let's see... The officers that got killed in New Zealand?
I would ask how you know about that, but you are called the watcher for a reason, I guess. Also yes for all of the above...
Sooooo... what do you and your bosses want from me?
Me? Information probably. My bosses? Probably want your notes on Superhell or whatever. Who knows what corporate or the big bosses want.