Drink Up Me Hearties (Hunter)

[Dimitri]

Of all the places in this town, why had he chosen to work here? It was bad enough that this nerd haven held a theme night once a month that required he help decorate the bar and show up to work in costume, but now that the month of October was here the owners had decided to do a month long ode to Halloween. So here it was, the first week of October, a full three weeks plus to go until Halloween, and Dimitri was tending bar dressed as a pirate.

If the sword they had given him was real, he would be tempted to run himself through.

Turning his head to survey his customers, he was once again startled by the stuffed parrot that was sewn to the shoulder of the costume he had been provided. If Polly made it through the night without having an “accident” it would be a miracle.

“What can I get you?” he asked the new patron that had just taken a seat at the bar. Catching his managers eye from by the door where the man was finally about to go home, Dimitri sighed at the disapproving look. “I mean Yar, what’ll it be, ya scurvy dog?”

Dignity? What was that?

[hunter]

Hunter had spent the day wandering around the town, asking what he hoped were unobtrusive questions about a certain young woman with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony. As far as he could gather, Snow hadn't arrived long before he had and she'd taken up a teaching position. He'd caught sight of her a few times, but he was pretty sure he'd managed to stay out of sight. He didn't want to go and ruin the whole operation by giving himself away. It was more than his life was worth.

Still, stalking someone was a hard job and Hunter felt completely drained from his efforts. Not to mention dirty and ashamed of himself. If he'd ever needed a drink, it was now. He'd made his way into the first bar he could find when he'd finally lost track of Snow and had slid himself onto a stall, determined to be there for the long haul.

He hadn't even noticed the theme until the bartender rephrased his question. Hunter lifted his head and raised his dark eyebrows. Still, who was he to judge. As long as alcohol was available, he really didn't care what the bar staff dressed as.

"Scotch on the rocks," he said by way of an order.

[Dimitri]

Inwardly cringing at what was becoming a familiar look of any new customer at his current wardrobe, Dimitri watched the door until his manager left before sighing and rolling his eyes. Well, eye if you were looking as a black patch covered the other one.

“You got it,” he replied, dropping the act. Honestly, he couldn’t figure out which was the worst costume he’d been subjected to yet. Between this one, the astronaut and the rather clingy Superman suit this hadn’t been a good month so far and it wasn’t even close to half over yet.

Putting a few ice cubes in a glass, he poured the scotch and set the tumbler on the bar in front of the dark haired man. “You looking to pay by the glass you should I start you a tab?”