[ The bar isn't overly fancy, but it's not a hole in the wall, either. It's clean, well-lit, unpretentious. Approachable, in the way that bars meant for socializing should be. There's no need to present your company card at the door, no speical memberships involved. Just a nice, quiet place to get a drink and talk to others and maybe make some new friends.
The young man behind the bar is wearing a clean black bartender's uniform, black vest with a loosened collar, his tie set aside on a counter behind him. Seems like he was wearing it earlier in the night but has taken it off by now. His first button is loose and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing attractively built forearms, an elegant sliver of well-shaped collarbones. Nice hands, long fingers. People who have known him before this might be a bit surprised by how put-together he seems: normally he's a bit more loose with himself, more slovenly in some ways, with an easy, relaxed atmosphere to him, and lazy posture. Tonight, he's still very much the hot boy next door, but there's an air of refinement to him. He could clean up even more than this, but for as much that he's cleaned himself up already, he cleans up real nice.
He's got a shaker in his hands, other tools of the trade, beautiful bottles behind him in all manner of lovely colors. And as you enter, the gentle chime of an unseen bell heralding your arrival against the soft music in the background of the bar, Caelus turns his head with a reflexive smile on his face, and greets you like an old friend: ]
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The young man behind the bar is wearing a clean black bartender's uniform, black vest with a loosened collar, his tie set aside on a counter behind him. Seems like he was wearing it earlier in the night but has taken it off by now. His first button is loose and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing attractively built forearms, an elegant sliver of well-shaped collarbones. Nice hands, long fingers. People who have known him before this might be a bit surprised by how put-together he seems: normally he's a bit more loose with himself, more slovenly in some ways, with an easy, relaxed atmosphere to him, and lazy posture. Tonight, he's still very much the hot boy next door, but there's an air of refinement to him. He could clean up even more than this, but for as much that he's cleaned himself up already, he cleans up real nice.
He's got a shaker in his hands, other tools of the trade, beautiful bottles behind him in all manner of lovely colors. And as you enter, the gentle chime of an unseen bell heralding your arrival against the soft music in the background of the bar, Caelus turns his head with a reflexive smile on his face, and greets you like an old friend: ]
Hey. What are you having tonight?