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Oct 1, 2017 20:52:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 20:52:54 GMT -7
@luke
Working at the Three Broomsticks was always an adventure. The popular pub rarely had a slow minute between opening and closing, which meant the entire staff was kept on their toes from the moment they started their shift an until the minute it ended. Today was no different. Magdalena had started her shift an hour ago and spent that whole our turning tables. Cleaning up the dishes from departing customers and preparing them for the next patrons. After that hour though, Magdalena finally started servicing her tables. Taking orders, running them back to the kitchen, delivering the orders to the tables. Never stopping for more than a minute. Thankfully though she finally got a couple patrons that only wanted a round of firewhisky. The order would give her a few minutes to spend at the bar while she waited for the half dozen drinks to be prepared by the bartender.
Stepping up to the bar she leaned over the counter and drummed her hands on the top to get the bartender's attention. "Oi, Luke. What'll it take to get a half dozen firewhisky from you?"
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Oct 3, 2017 17:35:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 17:35:39 GMT -7
Luke had been cleaning the same spot on the bar counter for at least the last minute. He was stuck in his head. He tried not to get distracted at work, however, with what had been going on in his life lately, he didn't blame himself for the slip. He had found out more than he every though was possible to know about his biological family, the reason that he had moved here in the first place. The parents were gone, his siblings were alone and he, who had spent the past few months feeling like he was the one who got the short end of the stick, now felt so different. His heart broke for the siblings, the two children that had actually been abandoned without hope of adoption. It made him want to meet them even more.
He was snapped out of his little trace by one of the waitresses coming up and asking him for a round of firewhisky. "yeah, yeah, sorry. I'll have it right up." he said, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts and return to Earth, where he was currently working. In a bit more of a hurry he collected the 5 shot glasses and began filling them on the tray.
@magdalena
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Oct 10, 2017 7:38:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 7:38:05 GMT -7
Magdalena raised an eyebrow as he finally reacted and set to work. He was acting a bit like a zombie at the moment, just completely out of it. She leaned against the counter more, leaning on her elbows as he started to move. "Something on your mind?" she asked curiously. They weren't exactly friends, and he'd only been working at the Three Broomsticks a short time. But Magi wasn't really a shy or hesitant person, so asking such a question didn't bother her at all.
As he filled the glasses she scanned the pub, checking each of her tables. Despite being a busy day everything seemed to be going quite smoothly. It was still a little to early to check on any of the tables with food. Some were close to finishing so she'd have to get the check in a few minutes while the others were only just beginning to dig into their food. Nah, she had a few minutes to spare.
@luke
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Oct 10, 2017 11:38:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 11:38:07 GMT -7
When she asked if there was something on his mind, he gave a playful scoff, “Ain’t there always?” he asked, flashing her a friendly smile. He didn’t know his co-worker well, but in the time that he had known her, had had discovered her to be a very friendly, confident woman. Something he admired in all people. Luke loved to talk and he appreciated people who would willingly talk with him. She leaned against the counter as he filled the glasses, obviously not in any hurry. He glanced around also, everyone seemed to be happy and there didn’t seem like there were any customers who needed attending to. His bar was dying down too, he had a few people sitting at the bar, but they were all deep in conversation with their company for the evening and no one seemed like they currently needed a refill. Plus it was still early enough in the evening that people hadn’t really started drinking heavily and needed constant attention yet. “How’s your shift going?” he asked her.
@magdalena
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Oct 23, 2017 20:17:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 20:17:43 GMT -7
Magdalana laughed at his answer. Oh she knew that. Quite well. Almost too well. Her life had been a rollercoaster in general the past year, and it'd only just seemed to settle down. Since moving back in with her brother. Things finally seemed... normal again. "Touché." She answered cheerfully, not bothering to really share just how well she understood that feeling, because no one needed to know about her long and sad sob story. Especially not the American that didn't know the Ollivander history. IT was refreshing not having to deal with the 'Ollivander?! Are you related to Gallivan Ollivander?! He sold me my wand! Did you hear he's in Prison for killing his wife?!'. Yeah, never a pleasant experience being remindeda bout her father's predicament and her mother's murder...
Shrugging, she pushed of the bar, deciding it probably wasn't that profession to be leaning on it like that. "Same as always, I suppose. No crazies yet, so that's always a plus. Had to cut off anyone yet?" Magdalena knew that bar tenders had a more important job then people realized. They had to know when to cut off someone's alcohol. But it was still early, so hopefully no one was that drunk yet.
@luke
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Oct 24, 2017 11:39:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 11:39:18 GMT -7
She didn’t press the topic anymore, to which he was thankful. She was a nice enough girl whom he enjoyed talking to on his shifts, but she wasn’t necessarily a friend, not yet at least. Perhaps as he stayed around longer he would better get to know his co-workers. But he was still new. And he was still, sometimes in vain, trying to distinguish between a personal relationship and a professional one. But, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t talk and get to know her. Luke was starting to become a little bit of a private person when it came to his personal life. He had moment of break down where he would willingly tell a strange woman in a bar his life story as he had done on his first night in London, but she had overall been very helpful. SInce that night he hadn’t mentioned his story to anyone except for his best friend, whom he had run into by chance and was now living with, and the woman at the ministry who had helped him find the family, er, the children.
She snapped him back again by saying that her shift was going fine and thankfully, there weren’t any crazies yet. She asked if he had to cut anyone off yet and he shook his head. “Nah, my bar’s been pretty quiet so far.” he admitted. No one really needed tending too. It was too early for his rowdy crowd. He finished pouring her drinks and set the bottle back under the counter where it was easily reachable for refills. “6 shots of firewhiskey.” he said.
@magdalena
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Dec 12, 2017 21:59:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2017 21:59:45 GMT -7
Luke was definitely zoning out today, but Magdalena didn't call him out on it this time. Sometimes life was just a mess and there was nothing you could do about it. And talking about it never helped (at least in her case.). Like all the drama that went down with Dmitri. Plus, it'd definitely scare off some people if she mentioned getting knocked up by an ex-boyfriend, aborting said child, and getting in a huge fight with her boyfriend over it. Not exactly the most pleasant of conversations. Best to keep that part of her life separate. Lifewise Luke probably had plenty he didn't want to share with his co-workers.
Soon the tray was filled with her order and she slid it off the counter, balancing in her hands. "Probably too early for that crowd, huh?" Magdalena wasn't being a pessimist by thinking they'd have some eventual trouble, it was simply a fact. When you worked at a very popular wizarding pub, it was bound to happen. A night it didn't happen was unheard of. Thankfully she'd gotten plenty of practice with dealing with drunk people. Not just from this current job but also her former.... Also a fact Luke didn't need to know. Mentioning you were a dancer at a night club wasn't exactly the easiest topic to bring up, nor the most pleasant. She also didn't want him to look at her in a different light. Being just a simple waitress was a nice change. "Keep that bottle handy. I have a feeling this'll be a pretty goo table." She added before putting on a brilliant smile and moving back to her table with the drinks. She had a knack for spotting tables that could hold their liquor, and were settling in for several rounds. A trick learned from her old job as well.
@luke (sorry for being so late -.- Wanna time jump it to later that night? So we can have another conversation the same shift?)
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Dec 15, 2017 20:44:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 20:44:49 GMT -7
Luke had never bartender before in his life before he moved to England. But even he knew about the shift in the type of people who he’d be serving after around 10pm. Before then, it was a mixture of working witches and wizards stopping by to get a drink on their way home from work, and friends reconnecting before they had to get home to their families for the evening. After that crowd had cleared out, there was normally a lull, which they were experiencing now, and then the party crowd showed up, slowly but in groups. Not to mention the regular drunks who wanted to drown out their sorrows in a half a dozen pints. Luke had caught on early when it came to the ways of the switch. He was a big man, and had the muscles of someone who had worked a farm for 4 years. Only a few times had he ever had to use them at the bar, but when he did, he was glad he had them. “They’ll come.” he laughed. She instructed him to keep the bottle available before she took the tray over to the table and he gave a nod, again, wishing so very badly he had a hat to tip. "I'll have another round ready." How the hell did he think he could survive without a cowboy hat? Where in London could he get one?
~ A little later that night, just as expected, the bar picked up. Laughs were coming from all corners and lively gentleman entertained their friends with stories at the bar counter, which kept Luke chuckling under his breath as he mixed drinks for the patrons.
@magdalena
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Dec 25, 2017 20:40:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 20:40:03 GMT -7
Like Magdalena had expected, the table in question had three or four rounds before calling it quits and heading out, leaving a very generous tip. Tables came and went, some pretty quick and others hanging around for a couple rounds, which kept both her and the bar at least a little busier. But soon the night crowd was starting to trickle in, business picking up.
Magi had been scheduled to work a rather long shift today, so despite having been there for the afternoon rush she was also there for the night rush. But she wouldn't complain. It was money, and it'd keep her busy. So might as well get all the hours she could. But the night crowd could be quite a handful. One particular table was getting rowdier by the minute and when she returned to the bar with a tray she let out a heavy breath. "They want another round. Water it down though. The last thing I need is for them to get tossed out without paying their bill." Since that'd come out of her paycheck getting someone thrown out really didn't sound that appealing.
@luke
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Dec 26, 2017 21:07:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 21:07:57 GMT -7
As nice as it was sometimes to work a slow shift during which Luke could just stand around and get lost in his own thoughts, Luke much prefered to keep busy. If he stayed busy, time moved faster, before he knew it, a few hours had passed and crowds continued to flow in and out and the hands of the clock spun around, checking hours off of his shift as they moved. As he was handing another patron their ordered drink, the waitress he was working with came back for another round for a particularly rowdy table in her section. “I’ve been keeping my eye on ‘em too.” Luke admitted with a nod when she asked him to water down the shots. He knew better than to waste the whisky. He was a cowboy after all, whisky was something the American man knew well. Luke hated having to throw people out, and while it wasn’t directly his job, he was often involved in it. The bar had a policy not to over serve and they were allowed to cut off anyone at anytime for any reason so he tried his best to ensure that people didn’t get to the point of needing to be thrown out. Most people were able to leave by themselves before that point. “Let me know if you need any help with that.” he insisted while he poured the round as requested and set them back on her serving tray. He knew that she would be able to handle her own, he wasn't worried about her safety or ability to handle it, but with a group of them and only one of her, he just wanted to offer his assistance as back up as necessary.
@magdalena
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