05-11-2018, 08:16 PM
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"And the waitress is practicing politics, as the businessmen slowly get stoned. Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinkin' alone..."
The melodic voice of none other than Billy Joel quietly played from the speakers installed on the walls. The walls themselves were decorated with illuminated signs, posters, and framed photos (of mostly liquor memorabilia), and there was hardly a square inch of wall that wasn't covered up. Besides the vintage, fifties-style graphics of dolled-up women and jolly-looking men holding pints of beer, the bar itself was pretty empty. The only person holding down the fort was none other than Eli Russo. "The Oak", as it was called, was his pride and joy. Not only did it earn him a decent income, but a lot of interesting faces came rolling in every week. He met new people, talked with friends, and got free beer. Perhaps it wasn't the ideal job, but it was pretty much all he knew how to do. After working at his father's pub in his young adulthood, he acquired the skills necessary to run such an establishment. So, upon arriving in Austria (or Kalopsia, as it was initially named), he renovated an old bar and made it his own. It was simple, but then again, Eli was fine with a simple life. No stress piling on his shoulders (except for happy hour), no politics, just serving people drinks.
Sunlight streamed into the window, streaking the walls with amber. It was the late afternoon afters, and Eli anticipated that people would start showing up soon. He opened at 11 AM, and it was usually slow until 4 PM or so, which was approaching soon. The song played over the muted television that was currently playing some sort of sitcom. Behind the counter was Eli himself, the brown-haired and brown-eyed barkeep. He was wearing a dark red flannel, his sleeves rolled up as he tidied up the place.
He polished the surface of the counter with a damp rag, making sure no spot was untouched. He glanced up briefly at the television screen before turning back to the task at hand. Eli whistled along to the song, a favorite of his among many. He always adored the classics, after all.
"Sing us a song you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you got us feeling alright..."
"And the waitress is practicing politics, as the businessmen slowly get stoned. Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinkin' alone..."
The melodic voice of none other than Billy Joel quietly played from the speakers installed on the walls. The walls themselves were decorated with illuminated signs, posters, and framed photos (of mostly liquor memorabilia), and there was hardly a square inch of wall that wasn't covered up. Besides the vintage, fifties-style graphics of dolled-up women and jolly-looking men holding pints of beer, the bar itself was pretty empty. The only person holding down the fort was none other than Eli Russo. "The Oak", as it was called, was his pride and joy. Not only did it earn him a decent income, but a lot of interesting faces came rolling in every week. He met new people, talked with friends, and got free beer. Perhaps it wasn't the ideal job, but it was pretty much all he knew how to do. After working at his father's pub in his young adulthood, he acquired the skills necessary to run such an establishment. So, upon arriving in Austria (or Kalopsia, as it was initially named), he renovated an old bar and made it his own. It was simple, but then again, Eli was fine with a simple life. No stress piling on his shoulders (except for happy hour), no politics, just serving people drinks.
Sunlight streamed into the window, streaking the walls with amber. It was the late afternoon afters, and Eli anticipated that people would start showing up soon. He opened at 11 AM, and it was usually slow until 4 PM or so, which was approaching soon. The song played over the muted television that was currently playing some sort of sitcom. Behind the counter was Eli himself, the brown-haired and brown-eyed barkeep. He was wearing a dark red flannel, his sleeves rolled up as he tidied up the place.
He polished the surface of the counter with a damp rag, making sure no spot was untouched. He glanced up briefly at the television screen before turning back to the task at hand. Eli whistled along to the song, a favorite of his among many. He always adored the classics, after all.
"Sing us a song you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you got us feeling alright..."
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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