Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 17:05:38 GMT -6
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A purtid stench could be smelled a block away from the tavern in which Lachlan worked. The Hog's Head Inn was a famous tavern that witches and wizards of all ages came to get their fill of firewhiskey and skillfully made food. Lachlan had been employed here for several years and was looked at intensely by the current owner to take over the bar. Lachlan felt quite honoured to be considered for the position but he didn't want to be doing this for the rest of his life.
Lachlan threw a bar towel over his shoulder and greeted the elderly man who had just sat down at the bar.
"What can I get ye sir?" He asked in a thick Irish accent. The customer grumbled something inaudible. Lachlan shook his head and went to the back bar to grab the filthy gentleman his usual order. He placed the two shots of alcohol in front of the man and nodded twice as the coins were strewn across the bar. Lach picked them up and wiped down the table. He placed the coins into the jar and continued on his way around the keep. He paused for a moment when he came across a few young witches who looked a little too young to be in the tavern. He ran his hand through his ginger beard and gave them a quizzical look. It was just enough for the young girls to finish off their drinks and leave the premises. Lachlan had seen it happen too many times where underage witches would come into the bar and leave half-cut and be followed by drunken old men.
Lachlan smiled to himself and continued serving his customers. After a few more hours of being on the job, the door to the tavern opened, revealing a fresh new face. It was someone that he hadn't seen before, which was interesting because Lachlan was almost always at the tavern working a shift.
EVELYN MAYA CORTEZ
SEVENTEEN | SEVENTH YEAR | HUFFLEPUFF | BISEXUAL | NAYA RIVERA
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A purtid stench could be smelled a block away from the tavern in which Lachlan worked. The Hog's Head Inn was a famous tavern that witches and wizards of all ages came to get their fill of firewhiskey and skillfully made food. Lachlan had been employed here for several years and was looked at intensely by the current owner to take over the bar. Lachlan felt quite honoured to be considered for the position but he didn't want to be doing this for the rest of his life.
Lachlan threw a bar towel over his shoulder and greeted the elderly man who had just sat down at the bar.
"What can I get ye sir?" He asked in a thick Irish accent. The customer grumbled something inaudible. Lachlan shook his head and went to the back bar to grab the filthy gentleman his usual order. He placed the two shots of alcohol in front of the man and nodded twice as the coins were strewn across the bar. Lach picked them up and wiped down the table. He placed the coins into the jar and continued on his way around the keep. He paused for a moment when he came across a few young witches who looked a little too young to be in the tavern. He ran his hand through his ginger beard and gave them a quizzical look. It was just enough for the young girls to finish off their drinks and leave the premises. Lachlan had seen it happen too many times where underage witches would come into the bar and leave half-cut and be followed by drunken old men.
Lachlan smiled to himself and continued serving his customers. After a few more hours of being on the job, the door to the tavern opened, revealing a fresh new face. It was someone that he hadn't seen before, which was interesting because Lachlan was almost always at the tavern working a shift.
