Snippet #2092614

It always rains on my shift doesn't it. Lowsy.

Jordan gave a grumble in a few incoherent words before continuing. He didn't have anything against the rain and all, but he didn't like how dark it got when it rained - reminded him of nighttime, and he felt sluggish at nighttime. He resisted the urge to spit into the mug he was cleaning, before setting it underneath the bar with the rest of them. It had taken a bit longer than he had expected - 2 weeks to be precise - to gain complete trust of the bar from the owner, Mr. Georgeson, so that he could work alone. That was the way he like working: alone, nobody telling him how to run the bar or keep track of the travelers in the Inn. Jordan could honestly say, however, that this Inn had to be one of the nicer Inns he had worked in. Unlike his last few, this one had a broom for the broken glass mugs, a working door and running water. If that didn't make things convenient, he wasn't sure what did.

However, it was downtime in the bar section for now. Most of the folks were in their houses, waiting to wait out the storm. A few unluckies would be out and about, and a few even more unlucky travelers were sitting in the Inn, constantly bored with the food. Jordan had to shrug away a few confused eyes at this time when they were curious as to what they were ingesting - How the hell should he know, he couldn't cook worth a damn. Other than the annoyed travelers, the below standard cooking ability of the cook and the fact it was raining, everything was pretty normal. Well, unless you could consider a guy with long, red and black hair and tied into a ponytail normal. It had taken Jordan quite a long time to convince these people that he was neither a demon nor was he constantly on fire, but they were still somewhat cautious of his oddities. Good thing they hadn't seen him when he still rioted.

And, just like every Inn he had ever worked in, there were certain people that showed up that made things a little more interesting.

When he heard the door open, in popped three kids - no older than he was - at different time to prove that they were not together. The first was a girl with hair that would confuse the locals more than his - a funky blue colour. He tried not to notice, as was how a barkeep should always react to new folk, but he couldn't help but give her a quizzical look before moving on to the next kid. He was a little more standard, with his leather jacket - Damn, we got ourselves a rich kid. - and black hair. Nothing too interesting about that kid. The third made him smile, but just a bit - the guy had some obsession with metals, and looked like he belonged out in the country side than in an Inn. The country was a lovely place to be, but he could understand why ranch hands would come in now - the rain storms weren't very forgiving in the country side.

Jordan gave a smirk before hopping over the bar - Yes, he knew that was very unprofessional, but it was his thing. He gave them a smile which was somewhat fake, but quite real as well, and spoke. "Welcome to Merryfellow Inn, travelers. Will you be checking in, or needing a drink?" He noticed that before he had hopped the bar, the metal kid had somehow gotten himself all the way to the back of the room, and he rolled his eyes. Well, if he just wants to sit down, fine by me. Jordan had to hope they would answer soon, or else he would start focusing on something else entirely, and they would probably be lost as to what was wrong with him.