Tie One On

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down The Rathskeller, and the path to it, were not at all what Peter had expected for a bar. He couldn’t decide what exactly he had expected, but he knew this wasn’t it. There was life in this place, though not much considering how early in the day it was. Adam seemed to know the room well, greeting people like they were old friends and swaggering around as if he owned the place. He picked them a table, handled the drinks, while Peter stood by awkwardly, trying to make himself look as small as possible, which was not a difficult task considering the size he was, and the layers of clothing he wore. Once they were seated, it was easier for him to relax, and sip at the drink Adam had brought him. Too bitter for him by a wide margin, but he would keep his mouth shit and drink it anyway. ”You uh... you said something about a... about a job, before?” Adam had said a lot, but it was the job part that stuck out. Getting a job had been one of the things suggested to him when he first arrived, but he had been having difficulty with it. That, and it seemed the easiest topic to bring back up again.