Where: Outside The Phoenix Who: OPEN
Equipped with a Santa hat and a tool belt with a sign that reads ‘Big Elk roadkill pick up fund’, Cooper sat outside The Phoenix down to his skivvies and a heater blaring that gave off a bar matching neon red glow. —Just as surprised himself when after a newfound deal with the chef at the resort for those leftover crinkle fries and a Bison?? burger at the end of shift number five and Cooper was blinded by a mask and his ski lift coworker he already knew by smell, Chet’s weed soaked hot pink MGK sweatshirt he never took off as his only source of oxygen for however long it took to get down the mountain again. The not so stealthy hidden laughter from Warren and Lazy Lou in their apparent hazing ritual sat nice and toasty inside the bar like they’d done this a thousand times before— “Hey-ya, wanna donate? Every other five bucks I get a sock or somethin’. Super fuckin’ cool with booze too... I uh, got a long ways to go.” He asked the closest person on the sidewalk
