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Maddie's Bar Is Now Open! (multiple tags, &c ok) 
17th-Jun-2008 07:22 pm
"Yo!" Maddie called, clattering down the heavy plank stairs sandwiched between the bar and the bathroom hallway. "What's the good word, guys? It's bottling day!"

Downstairs was almost empty at the moment; it was barely noon and they were just opening up.  The tavern itself was one big cool space, just slightly dimmer than a restaurant; thick concrete walls and swirling fans staved off the early-summer heat. Like the bar and everything else, the furniture was heavy wood: clusters of round tables, a big trestle-table running along one wall, and two alcoves lined with broad, heavily-padded benches. The whole place smelled faintly of lemon oil, brewing beer--and burgers on the grill, courtesy of one of her two workers on duty.  She chattered with them in Cuban Spanish as she ducked behind the bar and into the kitchen and brewery. Today she had three barrels to decant--heffe, pilsner, and a strawberry melomel she used to make drunken lemonade. They wouldn't suffer by sitting a few more hours while they ran around doing everything else to get the place open...but she kept glancing at them regretfully as she checked the kitchen, bar taps, bottles, glasses, back door, and everywhere else for any problems or shortages.

Yeah. This isn't workin'. We need more of a hand around here. Maybe one of the regulars needs a job? Too bad none of the tenants upstairs do. Guess we'll have to see.
  She already had a Help Wanted sign in the window, along with a Vacancy sign for the three apartments upstairs that she hadn't filled.

One last check around; she then turned to one of the antique mirrors lining the bar wall between bottle-shelves and kegs, and double-checked herself. Usual uniform of jeans and an open workshirt over a tanktop. Hair not too flyaway from the ponytail at her nape.  Not too much make-up. No sign of last night's insomnia under her eyes. This'll work.

She penned in the Bottling Day specials: they had two kegs to clear, so the pear cider and chimay had to go cheap. Chicken pot-pies and apple pie a la mode went pretty good with that, so they went up special too. For younger folks or those that didn't drink, she had a batch of cherry lemonade she could pour out for a discount.  That done, she made sure she hadn't gotten ink on her hands, and went to open up the front door.

Within a few minutes the first customers came filing in. "Hey guys! Welcome to Maddie's. Feel free to sit anywhere. Who's thirsty?"
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12th-Jul-2008 03:10 am (UTC)
John walked into the place, looking around slightly hesitantly. He hadn't been here before, but they looked pretty decent, and he'd been thinking about maybe finding a place to go out with Marie and Bobby, some where new.

He stopped and stared when he saw her. "Dr.Grey?" he asked, confused. She looked like her, but...different. His brain struggled to process the situation.

[[[OOC: I saw your post sitting here, and I meant to reply sooner, I just couldn't think of anything, but I felt really bad the long it went. Sorry if this sucks.]]]
12th-Jul-2008 04:51 am (UTC)
The redhead stopped and tilted her head, looking over at him. "Eh? Sorry?" She set down the dri-erase pen she'd used on the board and ambled over, grabbing a table menu while she was at it. She paused a few feet away, standing hipshot and blinking st his expression. "Name's Maddie. I'm the owner. You...all right?"
11th-Aug-2008 07:52 am (UTC)
John shook his head to clear it.

"I'm sorry, it's just...you look [i]exactly[/i] like a teacher that I used to have. Threw me off kilter."

He smiled widely at the woman, Maddie. "Nice to meet cha. I go by John. You own this place?" He looked around it again, slightly surprised. "Never be met by the owner of the place right at the door. Y'all must be really short handed." He winced inwardly at his use of the word "y'all". Marie was killing his vocabulary.
12th-Aug-2008 06:57 am (UTC)
Maddie laughed a little. "You're kidding me! Damn. Redhead, too? That's the weirdest thing I've heard all day. And you know this chick?" She stuck out a lean, callused hand; her handshake was almost mannishly firm, product of slinging kegs and carting crates all day. "Well, we are a little. Truth is, we grew faster than anyone expected, so I'm in need of one or two folks extra.

"Rules're posted, we're cool with high-schoolers and above comin' in, you just have to show you're 21 at the bar to get booze. You like lemonade? I'm sampling."

Right there at #2 on the rules board, under the rule about IDs at the bar, was a notice about NO BIGOTRY OF ANY KIND.
12th-Aug-2008 11:52 pm (UTC)
John laughed with her. "I shit you not, red hair and all."
He took the offered hand, his own shake quick and firm. "Well, it's better to grow a little fast then to not grow at all, right? I'll send any friends in need of a job your way, or somethin'."

He glanced up at the rules. "Bah, so close, and yet, so far." he shook his head and sighed dramatically before flashing another smile. "Sampling? As in 'free sampling'?"

"No bigotry, eh? I must say that I rather like that rule far more then the 'No Mutants' one that seems so popular lately."
13th-Aug-2008 03:44 am (UTC)
"That's amazing. Well, I'm no teacher. I used to be a test pilot, til I landed on my head. Now I run this place, and brew for it. Never figured I'd turn a hobby into a backup career, but it's workin' out for me an' the boys." Which reminded her, she had to get kibble for Jake and Elwood today.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll get you sloshed as hell on my dime on your twenty-first birthday if you bring a ride, but the law's the law, even if it seems kinda stupid at times." She gave a lopsided shrug. A beefy South American guy popped out of the kitchen door with a tray of fresh breadsticks and yelled a query at her in Spanish; she called something back and he grinned and nodded. "And sure, yeah. Just remember...only the first one's free." She winked and turned around to head for the bar. "Strawberry or tangerine?"

She came back with the drink and a glass for herself, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, I seen the signs. I got sick of seein' 'em. So the modern vogue is genetic discrimination. Ten years ago, it was what gender you slept with; ten years before that, it was race. Same old dance to a different tune. People screaming epithets on either side...who wants that with their dinner an' beer? So I said, leave that bullshit outside. I wanted there to be one place around here where people could go and not have to worry about getting crap for what they are."

"Word gets around. I got regulars who are human, mutant, neogen...this one guy could even be a wizard or something. Last night he had a little candleflame following him around." She shook her head, laughing a little. "He was talking to it. It made squeaky noises!

"So yeah, I guess the reward is, I get the loyalest regulars ever, and things are never boring around here."
13th-Aug-2008 06:53 am (UTC)
"Test pilot? Like, Air Force kinda stuff?" His eyebrows raised in surprise, and he nodded his head forward in respect. "Impressive."

"Hey, not your fault, you didn't write the laws, right? Though I'm gonna hold you to that promise on my birthday." He could resist flashing a teasing wink at her as she turned back from her exchange with the dude from the kitchen. "Strawberry, definitely." he answered, taking a careful sip before finding it more then satisfactory and downing half the glass as she talked.

"Yeah, next it'll probably be something like...I don't know, hair color, or something." he rolled his eyes at the thought. "Squeaky candleflame, huh? That I'd like to see." he laughed, debating on showing her what he could do with just a little spark. On the one hand he might get a laugh or maybe a smile, but on the other she might find it slightly boring compared to the squeaky flame. He continued to debate the matter in the back of his mind as he went on speaking.

"Well, I think you may very well have another loyal fan for the place if that's what it's like around here." His smile flashed brightly at her and he ducked his head slightly, a faint laugh escaping his lips as he did.
15th-Aug-2008 04:15 am (UTC)
"Yep. I was Lieutenant Maddie Pryor. Or so they tell me. Still got the skills, I just got disqualified cause of the head injury." She missed the sky. God, yeah, missed it: the way your stomach dropped when you did an Immelmann at speed, out over the sea...got jealous, a little, watching footage of Iron Man doing his thing in a flying machine that fit his form. She couldn't remember people, names, dates, even, her childhood...it was all a muddle, but she remembered the sky.

"No problem. I'll be here, come hell or high water. Heh. Just flash your license when the time comes. Meanwhile, there's plenty around here that doesn't involve booze."

She flipped the red ponytail back over her shoulder and laughed hoarsely, all loose limbs and easy friendliness. "Actually they did the hair color thing. See, back in Germany before the war broke out, they actually had these charts with degrees of hair and eye color. Supposedly, the lighter they were the more Aryan they were." She held up a finger. "Funny how the guy who invented that had black hair and dark brown eyes, huh?

"Well, there's this guy--kinda reedy, one of those guys who looks about sixteen years old but with gray starting in his hair? Dr. Weird or something. He started showing up a few weeks ago, and slowly became a regular. But man, he's a magnet for crazy crap. I'll point him out if he comes in while you're here."

She shrugged and grinned. "Sounds good! Always room for one more around here, believe me. So, can I get you some breadsticks or a sandwich or somethin'?"

*Burf!* A very DEEP bark, albeit quiet, sounded from the top of the stairs behind the bar.

"Jake, did you get out again?"

*Whine....*

The corner of Maddie's eye twitched slightly. "Gimme a second." She walked over to the foot of the stairs and looked up, where an enormous male German Shepherd was sitting very politely at the top, not coming down. His tail, however, was sweeping the entire landing frantically. "Jake! I was just up there like twenty minutes ago!"
28th-Aug-2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
"*Lieutenant*? Holy shit. I couldn't do it. That sucks about your head. At least it's still in reasonably good working order, right?" She looked so sad for a moment, like she was remembering someone that she dearly loved and had lost.

He shook his head. "Oh yeah...I forgot about that...Seems I shoulda paid a bit more attention in class, huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Though I think those bastards are still around and have added everything since then to the list." He made a face at the thought.

He looked at the menu thoughtfully, "You know what? Whatever you think best. Surprise me." he laughed. "I'll eat anything that isn't squid."

He leaned over the bar slightly to try and see what was barking. "No problem, I can be patient when I choose to be."
29th-Aug-2008 05:45 am (UTC)
"It's not for everybody. You have to have a high tolerance for brass's bullshit. Flying made it for me, though. I didn't mind the military life until I ended up flying a desk instead. But without my wings...yeah, I went for a medical discharge."

She glanced at him distractedly. "Eh? Oh yeah, I just get really nasty headaches sometimes. I can still go up with a copilot, but I can't fly fighters anymore."

She chuckled and shrugged. "You'll learn more picking up college classes or haunting a library anyway. That's my opinion. I can't exactly remember high school, but I'm certain it utterly sucked." The grin faded, and she nodded grimly. "And yeah. Unfortunately bigotry's advanced along with the rest of culture. If you can call persisting like a damn virus advancing." She looked quite disgusted.

"OK, sampler plate it is. Lemme know for later what you liked." She called out to one of the servers in Spanish; he nodded and walked back into the kitchen.

Maddie glared up at the dog, fighting a smile. "Dammit," she muttered, and hurried upstairs to re-secure the dog. She didn't know how long he'd stay secured, of course; the whining and scratching started as soon as she made sure the lock was properly set.











*The doggies in question can be checked out here:
http://www.militaryworkingdogs.com/links.shtml
for where she got and what the larger-sized GSDs look like. :)
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