Log:In Which Joel Jimmy Hoffas the Barista
| In Which Joel Jimmy Hoffas the Barista | |
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Yes, but can you make coffee? | |
| Participants | 16 June, 2017 Lugging equipment and hiring a bartender. |
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| Sid was happy to have "Donovan's" help getting the things from the hardware store, and yes there was a canvas tarp lining the trunk. He wasn't prissy about the Jag because it was a possession, or a status symbol, but really because it was one of the few things he has of his father's. He noted idly, "So... that's the guy... know em or why Maddox had him askin about you? Also... tho teh duck is Maddox?" He looked around in case there was someone watching with nefarious intent. Nope, regular audience. He snatched a kiss from teh all weirdly too human Lucky and patted him on teh cheek. "You alright in there?" It was a fair follow up question. "Maddox," Lucky answers. "Boat guy." The elf is looking decidedly human today as he helps Sid get the stuff out of the car, struggling with the canvas a bit for some of the larger items. Canvas tends to get caught on things. It's what canvas does. Still, if he's not looking like 'himself', there's probably a reason for it. Luckily, they happen to be talking about it. "So, part of me wants to know why he's so interested in me. But the other part of me kind of wants to avoid the creeper. He doesn't seem very subtle, and some things are best not said to unsubtle people." And certain unsubtle people might need to have things said to them, as well. Hiding who you are can get expensive, fast. The doors from the backstage area to the back parking lot are open, allowing sunlight to stream in and allowing Lucky and Sid to move things in from the outside without having to hold them. Joel comes out of the back and looks around, hearing the sound of voices and stuff clanking and he peers, squinting out the door into the light of day to see what exactly is going on, and then he begins a slow shuffle in that direction, coffee mug in hand, to examine just what might be afoot at the Circle K. Sid was half grooving out to the casual funk that was on the speakers. There was a weird combination of being a Dusk and also sometimes being hard pressed to take anything too seriously? Really. Ask him about zen theory some day. "So we know someone gave you up, and someone else wants to find you. We dunno why... and they're playing Magnium PI. well... we can take this a number of ways but I will warn now I do not own a black bag and there's stuff still in my trunk." He grinned a bit having gotten over the forboding part of the encounter. "Kinda exciting at least. Gets the blood going like a- Jooooooel. JOel Joel Joel, our favourite fellow! You, sir, are jsut in time." "Nah," Lucky tells him. "I've seen folks that are serious about finding people. He would have had a description. He wouldn't have sat right fucking there and behind us all oblivious if he were trying to do something shady. He might be trying to play Magnum, P.I., but he's as clueless as Mister Magoo, dollars to donuts. He doesn't know who he's looking for, and I bet he's only got half a clue as to why. The problem," Lucky tells him, "is that if he's -that- stupid, he might not be able to be trusted with anything he actually -does- find out. Especially if he's blabbing to you. A complete stranger. About things best not blabbed about." And then, over to Joel, "Hey boss! Got the stuff!" And then a glance in the bags. "What's all this for, anyway? And let me just say," he adds quickly, "that if your answer is 'porn dungeon' or something equally weird, we're gonna have to renegotiate our contract based on your new source of profit." Joel takes a sip from his cup of coffee as he wanders out to where the various hardware is being unloaded and leans up against the entrance, cup in hand, watching the two of them. "Who's this now?" he asks when he catches the tail end of the conversation with some degree of curiosity. Then he smirks over at Lucky and says, "Well, we're not using the entire building. Never know. There are endless possibilities." He pushes away from the wall then and sets his mug down on the small picnic table out back, coming over to help lug things inside. Sid laughed with a bright grin, "Yeah we totally sound like south Colombian drug lords now. Good job." He looked to Joel and said in earnest, "LIke he needs encouragement." He squint a look to Lucky, "There'll be no living with you after this." He sighed and no, he really didn't mind at all. He had no poker face. he had 100 faces, none of them were for poker. "We were talking about that CB guy last night." "Nah," Lucky says. "Those guys are totally unrealistic. For as many murders as they supposedly carry out, you notice you never see any blood on all that white shit they wear? What, they have thirty changes of clothes in their trunk? And if so, where do they put the bodies? White's hard to keep clean. That's why black is better." Which is what the elf always wears. All black, all the time. Plain styles. "And shut up. You know you wanna be even more famous." And then, over to Joel, "Some dude who apparently either really wants to join my fan club, or has too many questions about things I don't wanna talk to him about. Besides," he says, "never trust anyone who goes by initials. They're either shady, or way too full of themselves. Either way, not good qualities." "Well, they can afford thirty changes of white clothes, and they have people for that," Joel says with a little bit of a sidelong smirk in Lucky's direction. "Oh, that guy," he says with a shake of his head as he grabs some of the stuff from the back of the car and begins lugging it inside. "He gave off all sorts of weird vibes. Plus, his snark wasn't attractive. And definitely too full of himself. Didn't take well to my giving him a subtle reminder that we were in public either. Not a fan of that sort. More trouble than they're worth." Sid contemplated and looked to Lucky, ""This is encouraging me to do bad things like wear white after labour day. And nah, I think that was like his whole name. But yeah zero chill, zeeeero subtle, bubbele. Hence me actually saying something." He squint at 'too human' Lucky and turned to Joel, "Should we tell Lucky that this guy was here doing a strange impression of him?" GGesturing to the Elf in 'Donovan' mode. He grinned to Joen and then blinked. "There more coffee made or you bribe a Keurig for that coffee, Joel?" "Of course he didn't bribe a Keurig," Lucky says. "Listen to how much he knows about the Columbian drug trade. You think he doesn't know a guy that knows a guy that rents an indentured barrista? You have to start with the easy things and -work- your way into the coke, man." Lucky, in his weirdly human form, flashes Sid a wink, then asks Joel, "But seriously, is your little coffee slave still around? I'mma need one for the road. Help me, Lord Java. You're my only hope!" The impression just gets more melodramatic as it goes on, naturally, so it's probably a good thing nobody is watching. "You know? I'll just follow my nose. I can manage." Leaning over to give Sid a kiss on the cheek, he says, "Make sure to get Joel into at least a little trouble today?" "I'm actually interviewing a new coffee slave today. I had to bury the last one in a pillar," Joel deadpans without a crack in that facade, only helped by the creepy black eyes and sharp features. "Or a bartender, one of the two. She can probably make coffee as well as mix drinks. But yeah, there's a pot on behind the bar." He nods in that direction as Lucky moves to head off and then says. "When does Sid NOT get into trouble?" There's a little bit of incredulity in the question, as though the thought of anything else were nigh on unheard-of. Sid couldn't help bit grin, and not even sardonically. "I should have known java is a gateway beverage. Thank God I stick to gin. It's safer." He tilted his head and took the kiss on the cheek looking Joel top to toe and back with a widening smile of amusement as he talks about having to go all Jimmy Hoffa on the last barista. "Yeah don't worry. I got this." Uh-oh. on the upshot Joel wasn't wrong. "Gin is always safer," Joel agrees with Sid. The two are in the backstage area, loading stuff in through the employee entrance from the back of Sid's car. Lots of things wrapped in tarps that go clank metallicly. Anita would have been sent out back by whoever is minding the bar in the afternoon if she's looking for Joel. Told to look for the dark haired guy hauling stuff around. Sid was the beautiful trainwreck assisting Joel ardently. Hey he may party hard, but he at least works just as hard and wasn't shy about pitching in. "So been thinking it out, wanted to ask you about the one chunk of the backstage taht's sort of sectioned off. Was thinking it could be seasier on 'Seniya if I stop crashing her place 'inconveniently'. I know you offered before but... ya know. THought I'd ask anyways if you had plans for it?" Eh the rider wasn't always well thought out, but at least he was decorative. "We've got rooms," Joel says to Sid and nods up the stairs. "You want to take one of the apartments up there, you're welcome to it. Just pick one and we'll get keys for you. That way Kseniya can have her couch back." He smirks just a little bit. Once the last load is dragged in from the back of the car, he drops it off and then dusts his hands off on his jeans. "Looks like we got it all." He glances back out the doors toward the car. "Unless you've got a hollow trunk in there." Anita isn't shy about wandering in the back to look for Joel. And she is looking for Joel. Her head tilts when she spots the two guys, then she slowly smiles and wanders over toward them. "Pity you didn't answer my ad for a roommate," she says teasingly to Sid before she looks to Joel. "And hope you're Joel, since I haven't seen any other dark haired guys back here." Never losing her smile. Sid rolled a look to Anita and chuckled, "You're welcome that I didn't." The Satyr chuckled and took a deep breath looking a littl ebeat. "Yeah, I think that's the end of that. Unless 'Donovan' cut a hole in it to make it deeper which... completely goes against the friendship clause in paragraph 4 part b." Yeah that wasn't a think, but he was honest enough about having feelings on people cutting a hole in his trunk. "The one and only. Well, the one and only in this building, anyway," Joel says and then he nods to Sid, "Wanna go close up the car and shut the doors back there and lock up?" He then turns back to Anita and walks over toward her, extending a hand in greeting. "So, how can I help you?" Anita laughs and shrugs at Sid. "Who knows?" she tells him before focusing on Joel, taking the hand he offers out to her. "I'm Anita Taylor. Looking for a job. Specifically, I'm looking for a bartending job. Heard you might be hiring and the guy out front sent me back here to you." Sid gave Joel a thumbs up and then gave Anita an ear to ear grin saying, "Yeah the last one wound up in a pillar." He was laughing all the way to teh back. Well at least it seemed part of some in-joke and not a real cause for FBI involvement. He did as asked though and hopped to getting things closed down. "How are you at coffee?" Joel asks her with a glance over toward Sid that is hard to read given those solid black eyes. The sharp-featured Wizened then turns back to Anita and nods back out toward the bar. "Sure. What kind of experience you got?" He makes his way back out toward the bar, nodding for her to go back behind it. Then he fires off three different drinks and taps the bar in four places, expecting them to appear, and waiting to see what she does. Anita's brows lift and she glances between Sid and Joel for a moment. Eventually her attention settles on Joel and she follows him to the bar before she moves behind it. She glances around for a moment, apparently just getting a good look at what's where before she grins at Joel. Then she starts making the drinks, moving as efficiently as she can behind an unfamiliar bar. "I've been doing it for a couple years now. Hell, I've got a fully stocked bar in my house. It's fun," she says, no apparently hesitation or confusion showing at the drink order. There are moments where she has to stop until she can find an alcohol or mixer, but otherwise moves smoothly. "You expect anything special from your bartenders? I mean, carnival themed, carnival acts...you like performing bartenders or just start get the drinks out quickly and correctly?" she asks, placing the last drink and smiling at him, motioning for him to try one. Joel watches her as she moves, studying the path that she takes, the bottles that she chooses, her technique in mixing the drinks, and then when she sets them down in front of him he picks each one up, one by one, and takes a sip off of each. Once he's done, he looks back across the bar to her and says, "I want drinks served quickly and correctly. If you can put on a show, then give me a show. If you can be pleasant, gregarious, and keep people at the bar ordering more, that's required. If you can do it with a bit of panache, all the better." He motions for her to show him what she's got. Sid just laughs at whatever Joel was on about. It was a good day. Why asking how coffee skills shouldn't be that amusing, but there were worse things than a jovial work environment. At the question of tricks other than quickly and correctly he joined Joel back at the bar. "That's kinda a lost art in itself if you ask me" He popped a squat on the stool and asked Joel, "She do flare? Hopefully better than the guy that almost hit Little Stevie in the head with the bottle that went flying" He shook his head. but also didn't bother to move out of the blast radius as drinks and a show were over here. Anita laughs and nods, leaning lightly against the bar. "I can do all that. I like customers. Even drunks. They're amusing." She smiles and nods at Sid. "I do. What drink do you want? I'll see if I can make it exceptionally impressive for you," she offers. "Gotta impress the new potential boss and all," she says, giving him a wink. Joel nods toward Sid and says, "Order something she can fancy up." Then he pushes two of the drinks that he had her make toward Sid. No point wasting it. That's alcohol abuse. Sid set teh bar high and said "Plaid Shot." He was awful sometime but hey the bar wasn't busy and the man said challenge her He idly swiveled in his seat and said, very sincerely to Joel, "I think this is my favourite audition ever. This is great." Anita gives Sid an amused look. "Plaid shot, coming up." And she sets about doing it. It's not a /fantastic/ performance, but that, too, could be because of the unfamiliar bar. She doesn't drop anything, at least, or fumble the bottles. It's definitely not her first time doing this either. She tosses and catches bottles, all the while humming to herself. And after a minute, the drink is set in front of Sid. "Anything else?" she asks, grinning at him, then Joel. Joel looks over at Sid and says, "You clearly haven't been to many of my auditions." He pats Sid on the back then and he watches as the shot is created. When she finishes, Joel says, "You're hired. You'll go to the back office and get the paperwork set up. You can start tomorrow night. We'll see how you do over the weekend. You do well, we'll keep you on." You have left channel Public. Sid lifted the shot and checked the careful layers and squint. "You know hte problem with these things? They look great... and then you can't drink em cause you ruin art." Truth. The Satyr slid his sunglasses to atop his head, the amusement lighting up those bl-...gre-.... grye!? what... aww dammit well the amusement wa genuine even if the man was photoshopped. "Yes but most of the other auditions around here usually don't have free drinks for yours truely, though I am open to negotiate." Anita gives Joel a quick smile, just a hint wicked. "I'll do well. Like I said, I've been doing this for several years. I know how to handle people as well as the bottles. And hell, it's fun," she says, shrugging and resting her arms on the bar, leaning into it lightly. "Tomorrow night works for me. And I promise not to slip this one any free drinks. Especially since he hasn't given me his name yet," she says, flashing Sid a teasing smile. "You just have to attend more of the auditions for the bar staff and less for the acrobats. We try not to have them drunk," Joel says to Sid with the faintest hint of a smirk. Then he nods to Anita and says, "Good. Welcome to the club, then." He extends a hand to her to shake on it. Sid he noted to Anita, "I'm apparently the overachiever." At one. With all of his vices and by george he might just order a shot for every one of them. "Don't worry, Anita, I know nothing's free I'll earn every one." He splayed a hand across his chest and held up a boy scout salute, "Honest Thomas." Anita shifts, straightening so she can take Joel's hand. "I look forward to it. Much more interesting place than your run of the mill bar. But nothing wrong with overachieving...mostly." She laughs. "And nice job sliding past my blatant hint," she says, still teasing. "You two are fun though. I think working here's gonna be fun." "Sid," Joel says, nodding in Sid's direction, providing the man's name. "He's a cyclist, one of our performers, and overall enabler." He then nods to her and says, "We're serious about what we do, but we have a good time. It's a good group of folks." Sid smiled a sheepish grin and gave a tilt of his head as he missed that one. "Sorry thought I gave it. Pretty certain most days I can either pay attention to where I'm going or what's going on and rarely? Both at once. Anita, welcome to the team. Really like he says we work hard, we play hard. We don't talk about Fight Club. All pretty standard." He nodded sagely. "Hey, I fully approve of enablers," Anita says, and though she's smiling, she sounds like she's being 100% serious. "And it was great meeting you both. Joel, I'll see you tomorrow night. Sid, I'll see you...whenever we're both here." She grins. "And it's okay. You were just dazzled by my skills. It's understandable," she says, giving him a wink. | |
