[ Caelus leans on the counter for a moment, carefully watching Sampo sample his first cocktail of the night. There's a smooth confidence to the way the man kicks back his whiskey, a playful glint in his green eyes. The bartender has to admit that he likes the way the man smiles. ]
I'm just substituting for Siobhan for a bit. Are you one of her regulars?
[ Every bartender has glasses to clean somewhere in their bar, and Caelus is no exception. With nothing else to do for the moment, and Sampo as his only customer, the young man with golden eyes takes some time polishing one from wet cleanliness to an unblemished sheen. ]
She didn't say much about what to expect. Just told me to, and I quote, "make sure the customers don't get fresh with you."
[ He can't help but shoot Sampo a sly smirk, as if he somehow knows full well that Sampo might be the type to get fresh with him. But then... he hasn't said that he's against it, either? ]
no subject
I'm just substituting for Siobhan for a bit. Are you one of her regulars?
[ Every bartender has glasses to clean somewhere in their bar, and Caelus is no exception. With nothing else to do for the moment, and Sampo as his only customer, the young man with golden eyes takes some time polishing one from wet cleanliness to an unblemished sheen. ]
She didn't say much about what to expect. Just told me to, and I quote, "make sure the customers don't get fresh with you."
[ He can't help but shoot Sampo a sly smirk, as if he somehow knows full well that Sampo might be the type to get fresh with him. But then... he hasn't said that he's against it, either? ]