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Post by CLEO EVERETT on Oct 11, 2011 2:48:39 GMT -5
It had been much too long since Cleo had gone to the Fishbowl. While any other lunch there would have been for the delicious food, Cleo was visiting today to see Adrian. Since the new school year had started, he wasn't rooming with them and it'd been awhile since she'd seen him. Cleo hated going any long amount of time without seeing a friend and she'd decided to remedy that as soon as possible. (Plus, it didn't hurt that Adrian owned the place which maybe met a nice little discount for her or something; she was running low on money).
Cleo drove instead of taking a taxi, having come from her mother's house. Her grandfather hadn't needed the car for the day, or for the week for that matter. Cleo was looking forward to driving herself around for once instead of having to pay for a cab. She parked and fluffed her hair a bit before grabbing her purse and heading into the restaurant. The Fishbowl would always be one of her favorite places, no matter what. The beach theme was what had her sold the first time she'd gone and it was partly what kept her going.
A smile automatically appeared as she walked in, unable to help herself. It was like walking into the Disney store and an indoor pool; things that always made her smile the moment she saw them. Considering herself a regular by now, Cleo made her way to the bar. Besides, it'd be easier to talk to Adrian here than it would at a table. It was a bit busy today; it was lunch time, though, so it was to be expected. Choosing a seat a bit away from others sitting at the bar, Cleo waited patiently until the bartender until he could make it to her.
He seemed familiar even though she had yet to really see him. Other than that he'd probably worked here while she'd been here any other time, she could've sworn she'd seen him around school. Well, she'd figure out soon enough.
outfit; here!
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Post by princeeric on Oct 11, 2011 14:49:06 GMT -5
Morgan Peppers got a job. No, not DJing at some Bar Mitzvah for a measly two-hundred and fifty dollars. He was a bartender at a small restaurant called The Fishbowl. It was totally different than the New York City vibe, but that's what attracted people here. Hell, that's what got Morgan through the doors. He instantly felt at ease while he was here, even during lunch hour when the better half of New York City decided to come eat here. Honestly, the more the merrier, yet on Adrian's day off Morgan felt the pressure of reaching perfection. He always felt as if Adrian set in little spies to check on his employees while he was away, but Morgan and Adrian had become close, so Morgan knew a few of Adrian's friends. If Adrian decided to send in one of those three friends (Scott, Sadie, or Cleo), then Morgan would be ready.
Morgan was getting a lovely couple of ladies two diet cokes, when he saw the flash of red out the corner of his eyes. He kept his conversation with the flirtatious women light, yet had to restrain from loving towards the direction of the red head.
If Morgan was a superhero, then his heroine would have to be a red head. This was the only way to describe Morgan's infatuation with females with red hair.
He was finally allowed to leave the two women, which gave him amply opportunity to turn on his charm. He run his hand through his hair, which naturally made it slick back a bit. He did a few checks, smoothed out his collared shirt, and approached the red head. She was pretty with pale ivory skin and full red lips. She had eyes of the prettiest green... And he was ogling. He put on a smile before casually leaning on the bar in front of the girl, "I'm Morgan. I'll be serving you today." He went start into the formalities of the job, but his accent was ever so noticeable. "Need a menu, or do you have your order memorized?" He offered her a pleasant smile as he eyed her a bit.
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