( kara doesn't often bartend anymore. she's usually tucked away in her office going over schedules or paperwork or supplies, but on rare occasion when too many people come down with suspicious illnesses that mostly sound like hangovers, she finds herself back behind the bar. she tries to make the best of it — it's an opportunity for her to keep an eye on things, after all, and to see if any of the casually offered complaints from the staff are worth investigating. things like leaky draft faucets or a patron who has too much of a tendency to break their glass after too many pints are things kara wants to know about.
the arrival of a blond man with a voice like a thunderclap isn't entirely unusual on its own. neither is his drinking abilities, as a place like this one had a tendency to draw in people with too much tolerance for their own good. but there's something about him that's curious to her... and kara's always been a bit of a sucker for curiousities, so how can she resist?
don't mind the smiling blonde in her bartender best. she's just here to please. )
shh this isn't late or anything.
the arrival of a blond man with a voice like a thunderclap isn't entirely unusual on its own. neither is his drinking abilities, as a place like this one had a tendency to draw in people with too much tolerance for their own good. but there's something about him that's curious to her... and kara's always been a bit of a sucker for curiousities, so how can she resist?
don't mind the smiling blonde in her bartender best. she's just here to please. )
Hi. Can I get you anything?