|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 4:54 pm
From behind the bar, the establishment's owner and bartender stood, looking on through his signature dark shades. He currently had a a pen in hand as he went over some administrative task. "Pretty simple really....just buy more alcohol so I'll buy a new jukebox."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 6:56 pm
From the stairs which lead to the basement, Wesker ascends with a unlabeled case. He looks around and finds his hideout devoid of life as usual.
". . . ."
He feels pleased though he doesn't spare a grin. Setting the box aside, he hit the lights and moved past the bar with a bottle of wine in hand. He sat down at a booth right in front of the large plasma screen TV and turned it on, looking to scan the newsworthy events of the day.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 5:58 pm
Jill walks in and sits at the bar, staying quiet. She was thirsty, and this was the only bar that was close enough, so that she didn't have to drive. She knew the owner, and didn't like him. Though she could never forget what he did to her in Africa, but she wasn't going to let it affect her today, "I would like a Roman coke please." She refused to look at him, so she just looked at her phone checking for any messages. she sees auburn hair out of the corner of her eyes, and turned her head. She saw that it was Claire, "Claire, over here."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
