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The night was pleasantly uneventful and passed by quickly. Molyneux was already up and mobile once morning came around and was busy doing the things that he did by this time of the day, mainly opening the doors and flicking lights on, ensuring everything was where it should be and that no incidents had occurred during the night. Even their bar wasn’t an exception to the occasional delinquent break-in; though few and rare it had happened a few times. But the amount had steadily shrunk over the years, as Molyneux always made point to hunt them down and hand out swift justice.
”Nothing to report,” Chou informed the older man, leaning lazily against the bar. ”All’s quiet here.” Molyneux merely grunted, sitting on a seat next to the bar and glancing over what appeared to be various paperwork of some sort. He looked ever so dully at it. ”So how’s business? We sinking or floating this month?” The boy asked, but with apparent caution.
Molyneux didn’t answer at first, lifting the small pile of paper and shuffling it into a neat stack. The deliberate delay had the younger male somewhat uneasy, until the half-demon sighed, ”We’re managing as always,” his tone a little bit resigned, ”though it wouldn’t hurt to up our game a bit.” That was always the case though. The constant need to do something to draw in a crowd.
”Consider it upped then!” Chou grinned, pushing up from the bar. Though as to what that meant exactly or even what it entailed the boy had no clue, only that it must’ve been something good if the boss was suggesting it. ”Anyway I’m gonna go have something to eat real quick before we open shop,” he said, disappearing out through into the kitchen. There was some rummaging about and other noises following, but Molyneux paid no mind to it. Instead reluctantly focusing back on the paperwork and lifting a pen as the half-demon scribbled down some notes and this and that.
”Nothing to report,” Chou informed the older man, leaning lazily against the bar. ”All’s quiet here.” Molyneux merely grunted, sitting on a seat next to the bar and glancing over what appeared to be various paperwork of some sort. He looked ever so dully at it. ”So how’s business? We sinking or floating this month?” The boy asked, but with apparent caution.
Molyneux didn’t answer at first, lifting the small pile of paper and shuffling it into a neat stack. The deliberate delay had the younger male somewhat uneasy, until the half-demon sighed, ”We’re managing as always,” his tone a little bit resigned, ”though it wouldn’t hurt to up our game a bit.” That was always the case though. The constant need to do something to draw in a crowd.
”Consider it upped then!” Chou grinned, pushing up from the bar. Though as to what that meant exactly or even what it entailed the boy had no clue, only that it must’ve been something good if the boss was suggesting it. ”Anyway I’m gonna go have something to eat real quick before we open shop,” he said, disappearing out through into the kitchen. There was some rummaging about and other noises following, but Molyneux paid no mind to it. Instead reluctantly focusing back on the paperwork and lifting a pen as the half-demon scribbled down some notes and this and that.