Post by Layton "Chu" Lewis on Jul 24, 2011 0:12:27 GMT -5
A tall glass was held tightly in his slender hands, the golden colored liquid foaming and bubbling inside the glass. Absently, the young bartender watched the liquor bubble and foam over the edge of the glass and spill over on the dark oak counter. The golden liquid reminded him of him of his father, and those raging drunken rampages he had. It reminded him of the moments when he used to fear for his life. Those long-ago moments when he felt as if the whole world was collapsing around him.
Off in the distance there was a slight mumble that faded into the sound of an old jukebox, that the young bartender completely ignored the grumbling sound.
"Ahem!" the mumble blurted.
The bartender turned, a look of surprise and fear in his dark eyes.
"Am I going to get my beer today?" A boy stated impatiently as he tapped his fingers irritably on the opposite side of the bar.
"Y-yes... Yes!" stuttered the nervous young bartender, "H-here you go. Fresh from Germany! Ist gut!" He beamed, the absent look in his eyes drifted off and was instantly replaced with a beautiful perfect smile.
The young man on the opposite side of the bar looked at him oddly for a moment, "Whatever..." he muttered before grabbed his drink, left the bar, then wandered over to a group of friends laughing in a ruby colored booth; spilling some more of his beer on to the counter.
As soon as the young man had his back turned, the bartender once again frowned. He lazily dragged his feet over to where the boy once sat and sponged up the mess he left behind with an old rag he had slung around his shoulder. Slowly his hands glided across the counter top, wiping it down until it sparkled once more.
His deep brown eyes rose and he caught a glimpse of himself in the dim light in mirror on the opposite side of the bar. He noticed that he was still ridiculously thin, despite the fact that he'd been munching on free pretzels since he got the job 1 year ago in The Pub. He noticed that he stood the same height as he did a year ago, 5'7, still at eye level with the lowest shelf of booze. He noticed his hair was still dark, like the oak counter tops, oak beams, and oak tables that were scattered around the bar. He noticed that his name tag was on crooked!
His slender fingers reached down and toyed with the name tag until it was straight.
"Chu" is the what the name tag read. "My name is Chu..." he whispered to himself his in gentle angelic voice, "My name is Chu Lewis..." he said a bit louder to no one who was paying attention.
A single moment past xwhen once again, a customer came to the counter. Chu took her order, served it to her with a smile, and then the customer left to go sit with her friends to have drinks, laugh, and be merry.
Chu watched the group of friends laugh and tell stories. Their joyous natures making this dreary bar seem slightly alive. As they laughed and joked a desperate look of longing crawled into Chu's eyes,
My name is Chu Lewis, and I'm probably the loneliest person in Haven.
Off in the distance there was a slight mumble that faded into the sound of an old jukebox, that the young bartender completely ignored the grumbling sound.
"Ahem!" the mumble blurted.
The bartender turned, a look of surprise and fear in his dark eyes.
"Am I going to get my beer today?" A boy stated impatiently as he tapped his fingers irritably on the opposite side of the bar.
"Y-yes... Yes!" stuttered the nervous young bartender, "H-here you go. Fresh from Germany! Ist gut!" He beamed, the absent look in his eyes drifted off and was instantly replaced with a beautiful perfect smile.
The young man on the opposite side of the bar looked at him oddly for a moment, "Whatever..." he muttered before grabbed his drink, left the bar, then wandered over to a group of friends laughing in a ruby colored booth; spilling some more of his beer on to the counter.
As soon as the young man had his back turned, the bartender once again frowned. He lazily dragged his feet over to where the boy once sat and sponged up the mess he left behind with an old rag he had slung around his shoulder. Slowly his hands glided across the counter top, wiping it down until it sparkled once more.
His deep brown eyes rose and he caught a glimpse of himself in the dim light in mirror on the opposite side of the bar. He noticed that he was still ridiculously thin, despite the fact that he'd been munching on free pretzels since he got the job 1 year ago in The Pub. He noticed that he stood the same height as he did a year ago, 5'7, still at eye level with the lowest shelf of booze. He noticed his hair was still dark, like the oak counter tops, oak beams, and oak tables that were scattered around the bar. He noticed that his name tag was on crooked!
His slender fingers reached down and toyed with the name tag until it was straight.
"Chu" is the what the name tag read. "My name is Chu..." he whispered to himself his in gentle angelic voice, "My name is Chu Lewis..." he said a bit louder to no one who was paying attention.
A single moment past xwhen once again, a customer came to the counter. Chu took her order, served it to her with a smile, and then the customer left to go sit with her friends to have drinks, laugh, and be merry.
Chu watched the group of friends laugh and tell stories. Their joyous natures making this dreary bar seem slightly alive. As they laughed and joked a desperate look of longing crawled into Chu's eyes,
My name is Chu Lewis, and I'm probably the loneliest person in Haven.