Neron
Sunjata enjoys his cigarette and his booze, and Neron hooks a barstool with one of his feet to drag it up opposite the Flood and sit down. The papers are spread before him, and before he knows it, he's looking through what's ordered and when, where improvements could be made, how much the VlamVloed actually has in the way of clientele, and so on. Humming out a sigh under his breath, it's only Sunjata's voice that brings him back around.
"Well, when you put it like that there's no reason to have someone here permanently," he says. "But if that ever changes, let me know. Between the new Ascended and those I have working for me at the Kraai, we might be able to get someone good behind this bar. Not as good as me, obviously, but still." He grins.
"Business is booming at the Kraai, but that's not so much of a surprise. Booze in sub-zero temperatures? It was always going to be a fan favourite."
"Well, when you put it like that there's no reason to have someone here permanently," he says. "But if that ever changes, let me know. Between the new Ascended and those I have working for me at the Kraai, we might be able to get someone good behind this bar. Not as good as me, obviously, but still." He grins.
"Business is booming at the Kraai, but that's not so much of a surprise. Booze in sub-zero temperatures? It was always going to be a fan favourite."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
