Disclaim: I don't own KHII. Trust me.
A/N: Further down the cascading spiral is...Lucky Number III, XALDIN! Who doesnt love the dread-lock man with the freaky-deaky sideburns, eh? lol XDDD
Enjoi,
-Ethe
.:Swing Life Away:.
Tuesday, Nov. 14, 2006. 7:30 AM.
Working at a bar wasn't exactly what the family had in mind for me. They wanted me to be a lawyer, or a doctor. But I didn't listen; those types of lives were incredibly stressful, I wouldn't be able to handle it for very long.
And being a bartender, you meet a lot of people. Strange, crazy, some with some kind of disease I've never heard of, and some just wanting to escape home and come here to relax. What can I say; this is a relaxing job. I'm glad I took it up. I might just spend the rest of my life in this bar, and that thought didn't really bother me. Not too long ago, a man with black and silver hair walked in, and asked for Bacardi. No one has asked for Bacardi in a long time; I almost had to dig some out. He sat furthest away from the door as he could. After I finally found one of the last bottles I poured him a glass and set it in front of him. He glanced up at me then at the glass, whispering "Thank you." and looking down at the glass. I only nodded once, and went back to cleaning off the counter and swiping clean glasses.
"Um...can you keep those coming?" He asked. I turned and looked at him. "Ok, sure thing." This huge room sometimes became extremely quiet sometimes during the day, and our voices seemed to retract off the walls and bounce back at us. That was the only thing that sometimes got me about this place. Oh yeah, he wanted more Bacardi...Bacardi's pretty strong... Oh well. If he's not passed out by the fifth one, I'll cut him off. I went back to digging for another bottle when I heard the door open and close. I glanced around from the door to the back and watched a familiar face walk in and sit at a stool with his head in his hands. I found a bottle and set it on the counter so I can grab it easily. "Vexen, what's the matter?"
The blond man looked up at me, and sighed, "I've gotten writer's block again..." "Oh, that's too bad..." "Yeah, tell me about it. At the worst possible timing, too." He laughed, and looked up at me. "So uh..." "Usual?" "Please." "Okay, just hold on for a second." I poured down another glass of Bacardi and slid it smoothly down the counter. Thanks to plenty of practice, it came to a stop next to the man with black hair. I didn't forget. Three more to go. I reached underneath the countertop to the rack, and retrieved Vexen's favorite, Smirnoff Ice. I poured him a glass and set it next to him. He picked it up and sipped it while I poured another glass of Bacardi. Dude on the end went through a shot quickly...
"So...what are you stuck with?" I asked while I slid the glass to the man. "Um...its...a little hard...What's a word that rhymes with 'far' that has to do with dying?" I thought for a moment, suddenly hearing from my right "More please." I grabbed another glass and slid it down to counter. "How about...car?" "Nah, tried it...didn't fit along the lines of the poem..." "More please!" "How about...hmm..." I poured another glass.
"Shard?" "Has to do with dying." "Star." "Hmm...turning into a star, maybe...oh, I can see that working..." He looked up at me with relief. "I was thinking-" "More please!" "I'd never find a word that would fit. 'Turned into a lonely star,'...thanks a lot, Xaldin." I poured one more glass and slid it down the counter again. "No problem. I live to serve." A sudden loud thud made both of us flinch and look in the direction of the other man on the end. He had fallen off of his stool, apparently passed out.
Damn, how many did I give him again? Whoops...
-End-
A/N: Cookies for those who can name the band who wrote the chapter title's song!
Kind of a funny chapter I guess...Hmm...this turned out to be kind of longer than the others. Oh well. And about the bacardi thing; I don't even know if it's strong or not, honestly. I just picked the first few that sounded sophisticated and added them in here. eh-heh...yeah. And that line Vexen had probs with i actually had problems with too when i wrote the poem in the next chapter...oh well.
