Let Me Show You A Few Things [Open]

[samson axel lindbeck]

The watering hole. It was fitting. Watching the patrons slowly fill the space each evening was almost like being out in the wild, witnessing animals approach and find their place. Some in packs, most alone. It was like a solitary safe haven. Most days were quiet but the weekends tended to get a little busier.

Sam hasn't been here for long but apparently there was something about him that made people trust the guy. He was reliable, always on time and never complained about anything. The manager of the place was in the back doing inventory with just Sam holding down the fort on his own. The man trusted him enough to let him handle the bar on his own and with only a few people scattered around the place, it was easy.

Only one person sat at the bar. Merl, 67, with a lot to share. The man would come in every other evening and talk about all these different things and Sam would always quietly listen. He understood in a way. The man had lost his wife last year and all his kids were grown and had moved away. He was alone and just wanted to talk to someone. He came here often, he was one of the regulars and if it wasn't too busy, Sam would always stick around to hear his stories.

Right now, Merl was talking about his trip to Paris with his wife about two decades ago, while he nursed his glass of whiskey. It was going to be the last one. Sam had already warned him of that and promised to call him a cab when he was done. The guy was nice enough and accepted it and it wasn't as though the extra effort would cost Sam anything.

He wiped down the bar, listening to Merl speak and ever so closer wiping further and further away but still in listening distance then the man stopped and looked over at him again. "You got a girl?" the old man asked, having been talking about his wife, it was a natural progression to ask. Sam just smiled. "Haven't needed one," was his answer. The man nodded, accepting this before going back to his drink, leaving Sam to go over to the stranger that come up to the bar. "What can I get you?" he asked with a smile. His accent was a little hard to pin down. It sounded very neutral, as though it had no specific origin. It sounded a little Australian, a little American with a Swedish tinge to it but not quite matching up to anything specific.. It was hard to tell where it was from.. If it was from anywhere at all.

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[tamara calisto parker]

tamara was getting ready from her long day at work to go out. she really didn't feel like going out. she felt like taking a long bubble bath, curling up on her couch and watching a movie or reading a book. she had promised she would go out with some co-workers. seeing as this was their way of apologizing for leaving her alone during that movie trip. it wasn't just another day with the girls, well in this case it wasn't another day it was a night out. they had mentioned it being a birthday party thing. they were going to have dinner and then go bar hopping. as she began to shower she began to think that it was going to be a bad idea. she hadn't been out in a long time and she really didn't think she had anything good to wear. it was not like she was going to show up in a band tee and some jeans and her converse. yeah that was not the proper attire for an event such a s that. she sighed as she began to rummage through her closet. she had decided to wear a dress but was debating about maybe wearing a skirt or just wearing jeans. she wear a white and black dress but took it off considering that it looked too fancy. next she tried on a polka dotted dress and felt it looked childish. she opted for wearing a skirt and began to fix her hair and makeup then she went back to change her outfit for one last time. before she knew it she had less than thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. she didn't know the girl very well and decided to get her a gift card. it was something quick and simple. she was glad to see what everyone else was wearing. nothing to fancy so maybe she did pull it off. everything was going great until they decided to go to the bar. she wanted to opt out but felt terrible as they started to tell her it was to early to leave. so here she was an hour later sitting at the table with them as they talked about the music that seemed to be playing, the cute guys hanging around and the girl's that looked like they had too much make-up on. each girl went their separate way for a couple of minutes. tamara wasn't drinking much. she really didn't like alcohol all that much. she was more of a wine person but even then she really didn't drink out in public. that wasn't stopping her from approaching the counter. she didn't want to be the only at the table. people arrived before her but yet the bartender's voice brought her back from her thoughts."oh....uh...tequila..."she managed to say before someone bumped her. she cringed internally as they apologized and they went on their way."make it a double..."she said with a small smile.

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[samson axel lindbeck]

It had been quiet enough until a small group came in. It wasn't strange for that to happen but the manager tended to like a bit of warning. The man rarely got that. He would just had to be flexible and go with the flow. With just Sammy at the bar tonight, it might get a little too busy if a huge hoard of people decided to come stumbling in but it was fine. It was a few scattered groups and one slightly larger one. Nothing the twenty-two year old couldn't handle.

There were a few attractive woman in the group but they didn't have Sammy's attention. He was more concerned with keeping Merl company and keeping his bar clean and in order. He was a hard worker if you gave him a bit of direction and a chance to prove himself. So far he had done well, at least in the manager's opinion.

The woman in front of him was beautiful but Sammy just smiled at her with the same smile that everyone else got. Whether she noticed it or not, her red, white and blue outfit was fairly patriotic but then Sam tended to noticed things like that. Flags, languages, and anything else that made a culture unique. She seemed to take a moment to realize that she was suppose to order something.

She said tequila and Sammy grabbed the bottle, ready to pour when someone bumped into her. He watched her cringe. There was a crowd but it wasn't particularly busy so there was really no reason for that. "Hey, watch it, give the lady some space," he warned the guy who seemed to have have moved into a nice apartment in the land of tipsy. The man apologize before moving on and Sammy turned his attention back to the girl.

"Bad night?" he asked, still with a smile as he grabbed a glass. He failed to pick up on the fact that the invasion of her personal space might have been the issue. She looked like she could use a drink but then a lot of people in here did.. He paused for a second as he considered it. No, he wasn't satisfied. "This might be a little presumptuous but.." he said, using actions instead of words to finish that sentence as he moved lightning fast, grabbing a different glass and filling it with her tequila but also a dash of liqueur lychee and a splash of lime juice and a slice of lime to finish it off [click]. He place it down in front of her, looking optimistic.

"If you don't like it, I'll pour you your tequila," he promised with a smile, hoping she might at least try his concoction and possibly like it. "But it would hurt my feelings if you didn't at least try it," he said with a smile and a very non-specific but definitely not very American accent. He had the sort of face that people had trouble saying no to but Sammy figured she was a safe bet. She look like someone who wouldn't yell him for changing her order. The drink was different with a more exotic taste but Sammy did like to experiment a little from time to time.

[tamara calisto parker]

she didn't think it was that noticeable. maybe it was a bad idea to have come out that night. she could manage it around small groups of people and at work but maybe she was slipping, maybe it was becoming more noticeable. were the thoughts that ran through tamara's mind as the bartender began to call out the man that had accidentally bumped into her. she really didn't come up here to talk. she thought this whole getting a drink would go more smoothly. yeah she figured she could of asked a server but she didn't want to be the only one at the table. she figured it would be better to get her drink herself. it took her a second to realize that bartender was talking to her again. she shook her head slightly with a small smile."not really, just out here with some people....let's just say im new around here and yeah.."tamara said with a small laugh. she had ordered a double shot of tequila, hoping that it would calm her nerves and her ludicrous phobia. she bit her lip as the bartender began to talk, grab bottles, and mix everything together. she really wasn't much of a drinker. her alcohol tolerance was a bit low. maybe it was a bad idea to be drinking. well it was only one her tolerance wasn't that low. she stayed quiet as she watched him work and before long he was sliding a glass towards her. she had to admit it looked pretty so far the only ingredients she could make out would be the lime and the tequila. she shook her head slightly at his comment."im not much of a drinker...but i do like tequila once in a while..."she said talking to fill in the space or at least that's what she felt like she was doing. she laughed softly at his words before cautiously grabbing the drink and slowly raising it to her lips. it smelled nice, citrus always had a nice smell to her. it made her think of spring as odd as that sounded. she remembered making home made citrus lemonade. with slices of oranges and limes. it was sweet and tart and she could taste the alcohol in it, but it wasn't overwhelming. it was good but she wasn't about to down it. she's been there before, with the more fruity drinks. she couldn't believe how much alcohol they had and she tasted not even a hint of it. yeah but that was so back then."its good."she said with a small laugh before taking another sip."i might come back and visit you just for this."she said jokingly.

(sorry i took so long to reply, been busy with school)

[samson axel lindbeck]

Sammy nodded and smiled at that. Funny how there was barely any of that when he first got hired. In fact, he can come into a bar in Atlanta with a frown, no desire to talk and in search of a quiet corner. It all turned around pretty quickly though which led to him finding himself a job there. Then of course the manager decided to move and start up his own place so here he was, working at a bar, with another job on the side, happy as ever.

"I get it," he said understandingly. "I was new once," he said, knowing how that was.. Or at least he thought he knew. He didn't have the detailed but being new wasn't something that was exclusive to a small group of people. He had moved around a lot and he was used to being the new guy, even had it down to a fine art.

"Well this is mostly tequila so let's hope you like it," he said with a smile. She seemed cautious as she grabbed the drink but Sammy just stood there with a smile and waited to see her reaction. He had to know if she could even stand to drink it. It was part of his job after all.

"Good," Sammy said happily when she seemed to enjoy it. He was just glad she liked it. It really didn't take much for him to be happy. Life was going alright. It wasn't perfect but then whose was? "Well I hope you do," he said with another smile. Was he flirting? Maybe just a little but who wouldn't? The girl was beautiful.

[tamara calisto parker]

tamara simply nodded and smiled as she remained standing near the counter. yeah she knew she could sit down but she wasn't going to just yet. what if the girls wanted to re-group and head some where else? she kept her attention on the bartender. she was glad she wasn't alone. she knew lots of people traveled and what not but it was nice to hear she wasn't the only newbie around eauton."how long you been here?"she asked curiously. she had yet pay for her drink and she didn't want to leave him with out paying first. it didn't occur to her that maybe she should end the conversation after all the guy was working."yeah, tequila's my favorite...then again i don't drink much.."she said feeling like an idiot for the words that spilled out. she sounded like a silly first time drinker. she wasn't here to get wasted and hook up. no that was far from what she had in mind. she laughed softly before she spoke once more."trying to turn me into an alcoholic i see...."she knew it was a terrible joke but it was the first thing that came out of her mouth. maybe it was best she just stop drinking and move away from the attractive male.

[samson axel lindbeck]

After a moment, Sam went back to doing his job. There were other customers after all. Still smiling he served up a couple more drinks and talked to a couple people, called Merl a cab and was fairly productive but that wasn't anything new for him. Sammy usually had a good handle on things around the bar. He knew what to do and when to do it. He was back by the girl again in no time.

"Since the new owner got the place," Sammy said, thinking back now. "Probably about a year," he explained. "I used to work with him in Atlanta and it made more sense to move than to find a new job," he explained. Sam was almost an open book. He saw no reason to keep things to himself, especially if there was no real reaosn to.

"I don't either, except to try new cocktails," he said, and even then it was just a little taste to see if he had gotten the right mix. "It's probably been about two years since I've had a drink," he said, it wasn't for any particular reason. Sammy just never had a reason to do it. Not since his twenty-first anyway.

Sam smiled at that statemen. "Alcoholic? Nah. Just a.. connoisseur of fine libation," he said, easily making a joke out of it with over the top words to describe basically the same thing. It made sense to build on her joke.