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Pick your poison, but Iām not the menu // open starter
Weeknights were never what one would call ābusyā at Sunrise.
So much so that Hisoka found herself organizing bottles for fun most nights, or polished glasses until she could see her reflection in them. Okay, maybe not that literally, but managing the upkeep of the place was far better than doing nothing all day. The djinn had considered looking into having the bar host those paint and wine nights or something, if only to add a bit of liveliness to the space during her shifts.
Thatās not to say that the place was totally empty, to be fair. Sunrise simply looked more like a simple bar with a few regulars rather than the bumping club it usually is on the nights of weekends. Sunrise boasted a modern, but comfortable atmosphere. Not so modern it feels upscale by any means, but itās more than your dingy drive bar. Maybe that was the reason they even had regulars on weeknights? Did people who came to bars on weeknights do it for the atmosphere? Hisoka honestly had no idea, she just ran the place. Didnāt matter very much which two ways why they were here.
Her back had been turned when she heard someone slide into of the bar-stools near her, and the blonde called out over her shoulder as she struggled to put a bottle of rum back up on the shelf it belonged on,Ā āIāll be with ya in just a minute!āĀ With one last stretch on her tippy-toes she managed to push the bottle back in its place with the label facing the front. She gave it a wide, satisfied grin as she nodded in accomplishment,Ā āThere we go! Now! What can I getcha?ā she asked as she turned around to face the patron at the bar.Ā
Yeonjun doesnāt really drink often.
On the rare moments that he does drink, he would rather spend it in a classic outside drinking stalls that sell cheap soju with soondae or even the classic chimaek combination. Tonight, however, was a different case. A late night mission that had gone a little awry managed to lead the arachne into the nearest bar he could see.Ā
Hoping that it was packed in a way that he wouldnāt be noticed that much, Yeonjunās hopes were immediately crushed when he saw the few people that graced the bar that night. Honestly, he should have known better, it was a weeknight after all. Only regulars, drunkards, and stressed out spies would enter a bar on a weeknight.Ā
āToo late to turn back now,ā Yeonjun thought as he slid himself into a barstool. The barista, a female one, probably sensed his presence as soon as he sat down. āItās alright, you can take your time,ā the arachne mumbled, tugging on the sleeves of his coat in order to his metal arm and the large gash on his other arm, wrapped clumsily with a handkerchief.Ā
As soon as the barista turned around, Yeonjun almost had to ask if she had seen her before. She looked a bit familiar but with the people he interacts with on a daily basis, he really couldnāt put a finger on it. āUhm, Iāll just have a draft beer for now,ā the arachne pulled all of his composure and smiled brightly at the barista. āItās quite a peaceful night huh?ā Yeonjunās eyes roamed around the quiet bar as he tried to wrack his mind and find out where he had seen the woman in front of him. Was she an enemy or perhaps she is just anotherĀ frequent customer at the flower shop or the convenience store that he worked for. Hopefully, it was the latter since Yeonjun is in no shape or form, capable of fighting right now.
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