Post by Dion on Feb 12, 2024 1:12:44 GMT -5
"I swear, this collar gets tighter every time I wear it..."
The disconcerted mutterings of a certain bemused bartender filled the otherwise tranquil air of the empty dining place before him. Focused, narrowed pupils scanning the space in front of the Saiyan's stygian gaze as he weaved his way through recently cleaned tables and seats neatly organized all around him- pulling and fussing at his somewhat crinkled dress vest as he did.
Dion wasn't sure exactly what was giving him such a great sense of discomfort. This evening in particular wasn't really all that different from the thousands of others he must have run his usual routine through all throughout the years, and yet this one specifically seemed to be unnerving him more than he ever thought possible. Was it the fact that he had been gone so long from the game? Or maybe the fact that it was a whole new territory for him to have to get used to? He wasn't really all that sure, and the last few weeks being intermittently open didn't help as much as he believed it would.
The first week or so of being unofficially back in business seemed to offer up a bit of reassurance at the very least- with a steady stream of customers accompanying the majority of the shifts he had taken up until now. Originally wanting to completely reopen in full glory, Dion realized that doing so on a still relatively unsteady schedule would have been incredibly foolish, so he instead settled on being open during select hours throughout the week in order to ensure he could not only ease his way back into the business, but also try to tie up any remaining loose ends that happened to rear their heads back at him during his time back on Namek.
But part of him wondered if opening up the flood gates to being open full time again was all that good of an idea to now push for. Would he be surprised at the amount of people who would begin to stream in through the oaken double doors due to the revival of his original Earth-based drinking schedule? Or would he be disheartened to see the numbers begin to dwindle or stay at a subpar level as opposed to what he had been accustomed to back on Earth?
The torrent of questions continued to torture the formerly restless mind of the young man as his face contorted in a varied array of emotions ranging from unnerved to utterly hopeless- all of it eventually culminating into Dion venting out his frustration through a well-placed palm onto his face.
What was he worrying for, anyways? Sure, things might go wrong, but it's better to at least take the chance of them going right.
He couldn't keep living like he had in the past; unsure, afraid, and anxious to the point of complete complacency. No, Dion was a new man now- someone his friends and family could count on and be proud of.
And so, with his vigor now immediately improved, Dion took a deep breath, flipping the hours sign that hung upon the building's frontmost window from closed, to open.
All that was left to do now was wait- and wait Dion would indeed. Practically sliding across the newly polished wooden floors in a rhythmic, dance-like motion as he placed himself into position right behind his trusty counter. Standing in anticipation for whoever would come through those awaiting wooden doors first.
The disconcerted mutterings of a certain bemused bartender filled the otherwise tranquil air of the empty dining place before him. Focused, narrowed pupils scanning the space in front of the Saiyan's stygian gaze as he weaved his way through recently cleaned tables and seats neatly organized all around him- pulling and fussing at his somewhat crinkled dress vest as he did.
Dion wasn't sure exactly what was giving him such a great sense of discomfort. This evening in particular wasn't really all that different from the thousands of others he must have run his usual routine through all throughout the years, and yet this one specifically seemed to be unnerving him more than he ever thought possible. Was it the fact that he had been gone so long from the game? Or maybe the fact that it was a whole new territory for him to have to get used to? He wasn't really all that sure, and the last few weeks being intermittently open didn't help as much as he believed it would.
The first week or so of being unofficially back in business seemed to offer up a bit of reassurance at the very least- with a steady stream of customers accompanying the majority of the shifts he had taken up until now. Originally wanting to completely reopen in full glory, Dion realized that doing so on a still relatively unsteady schedule would have been incredibly foolish, so he instead settled on being open during select hours throughout the week in order to ensure he could not only ease his way back into the business, but also try to tie up any remaining loose ends that happened to rear their heads back at him during his time back on Namek.
But part of him wondered if opening up the flood gates to being open full time again was all that good of an idea to now push for. Would he be surprised at the amount of people who would begin to stream in through the oaken double doors due to the revival of his original Earth-based drinking schedule? Or would he be disheartened to see the numbers begin to dwindle or stay at a subpar level as opposed to what he had been accustomed to back on Earth?
The torrent of questions continued to torture the formerly restless mind of the young man as his face contorted in a varied array of emotions ranging from unnerved to utterly hopeless- all of it eventually culminating into Dion venting out his frustration through a well-placed palm onto his face.
What was he worrying for, anyways? Sure, things might go wrong, but it's better to at least take the chance of them going right.
He couldn't keep living like he had in the past; unsure, afraid, and anxious to the point of complete complacency. No, Dion was a new man now- someone his friends and family could count on and be proud of.
And so, with his vigor now immediately improved, Dion took a deep breath, flipping the hours sign that hung upon the building's frontmost window from closed, to open.
All that was left to do now was wait- and wait Dion would indeed. Practically sliding across the newly polished wooden floors in a rhythmic, dance-like motion as he placed himself into position right behind his trusty counter. Standing in anticipation for whoever would come through those awaiting wooden doors first.
PL: 102,115 - WC: 588 - TWC: 588