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Shawn Levesque
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[ Wellbeing ] So far, so good...xxx[ Company ] Stella & Lilianaxxx[ Whereabouts ] The Fission Hole [Bar]
"The Old Man would put buckshot in everyone's arses and tell them to get off his town," Shawn replied dryly to the hunter, "but you're right. We need to band together... we'll talk later. Enjoy your drink, Stella."
The bartender ignored Stella's remark about the 'Special Broo' Angus concocted in one of the stills. It was a potent alcohol that could actually get a mutant drunk if they had enough of it, and not the sort of beverage Shawn was inclined to serve to his human customers. But he didn't refuse them; he figured they knew best what they wanted.
He side-stepped the short distance down the counter to stand before Liliana. Shawn had almost a decades worth of bartending experience, and he knew how to gauge his patrons. Some of them liked to converse, others needed someone to simply listen to their rants, but a great many of them simply wanted what a bar offered and not to be bothered.
Behind Shawn on the wall above the shelves holding clean cups, boxes of spare cutlery, and bottles of alcohol were two wooden signs painted a dark colour with lighter writing. What was customarily available for beverages was on one sign: various types of booze, Nuka-Cola, bottled water, and brahmin milk [usually served to kids]. The other sign listed off meals, which included omelettes, toast, pancakes, porridge, and Sugar Bombs cereal under Breakfast. The daily special was tacked up every day for variety, but since Angus had yet to decide, that wasn't out yet.
"What can I get you? There's coffee brewed, or Nuka-Cola if that's how you like your caffeine." It was easier to interact with Liliana. He didn't care if they made eye contact, didn't find himself flustered when he looked at her. She was just a regular customer, easy to predict, one he was happy to serve. Stella had become a friend and had figured out how to throw him off-balance.
The back door into the kitchen banged open and shut as Angus came and went, likely depositing fresh meat into the lone functioning fridge the Fission Hole had. The tiny town managed to maintain electricity via the power station, although it sometimes failed and needed repair.
[ Wearing ] Bartending Outfit
[ Packing ] .45 Auto [1]
[ Carrying ] [In trouser & apron pockets] Cigarette Pack [1], Rad-X [2], Stimpack [2], 2043B Radio, Cigarette Lighter, Henry's Pocketwatch
[ OOC ] My cats can bring whine to go with our saltines and cheese.