shut up & drink | f2f
WHO: sam evans & (OPEN)
WHEN: 10/31, evening
WHERE: The Maggie
WARNINGS: alcohol, drinking
The last place Sam wanted to be was the one place that absolutely needed him. There was no way he could leave the Halloween crowd to just the lone bartender. Marie was out for the night, leaving Sam with the new hire, a kid that graduated a few years after him whose name he couldn’t remember (It was Terry or Barry), but grimaced every time the younger guy so much as picked up a glass. He’d managed to break at least two already and the night was still young. So he sent him around to buss tables (and hopefully not clean his family’s business out of glasses), while he tackled the bar. It was crowded because Halloween was always crowded and Sam’s movements were fluid as he poured and mixed, keeping the drinks flowing and crowd moving steadily. Ideally, things would’ve been easier with Quinn, but Quinn was apparently off finding her fucking self or whatever it was rich people did when they longer needed to play blue collar, so it was up to him.
The energy in the air at The Maggie was...hard to read. There was karaoke and patrons decked out in costumes, talking loudly over the singing that ranged from decent to ear-splitting and Sam had no idea how Ronnie, the karaoke guy managed to tolerate any of that shit, because at least he had the customers and cocktails to distract him from noise. But at least Ronnie wasn’t stuck with small talk. And Sam had gotten a few looks when he made sure to point out the sign behind the bar that read ‘No Gossip, No Bullshit Talk’ whenever someone tried to start up a conversation about the news that still kept Castleport in a tight hold. He didn’t care, though. The bar was supposed to be a spot for all, and the last thing he wanted was that shit disturbing the vibe. If someone had a problem, they knew where the exit was. He’d just refilled a bunch of drafts for some college-aged kids when a familiar face sidled up to the bar. “Let me get these to the jackasses dressed like Ninja Turtles and I’ll be right back,” he said, sliding the glasses towards the Turtles and pocketing the money before turning back. “What’re you drinking tonight?”
