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Post by Administrator on Dec 6, 2011 15:46:39 GMT -5
You may not be old enough to drink, but you can always drown your sorrows away with a good ol' sarsaparilla. Old Joe doesn't often give out whiskey to the youngsters.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Jan 7, 2012 9:56:24 GMT -5
<New Day>
Daisy had learned that there was a rhythm to McGinty's, a special sort of beat that everyone inside of it moved too, even if you didn't realize it. It had become especially true for Daisy now that she had taken over a majority of the kitchen duties after Sean's death, a sadness for the reason but a joy in the doing since cooking and baking was one of her greatest pleasures in life. Currently the pub was in the quiet moments, the soft hum that always existed in the early afternoon between lunch and dinner when everyone had returned to their jobs and lives. There were one or two customers scattered about, but they were nursing what was in front of them and hardly needing the close eye of staff.
Which was why, when Shannon had asked for a break and Bridgette was who knows where, Daisy had willingly come out from the kitchen and set up behind the bar. Those two girls deserved all the time they wanted, they were the ones that had lost a piece of their family and as Daisy was intimately familiar with just that - she was more than willing to lend a hand. So with a cheerful smile, Daisy stood behind the bar humming softly to herself - she left the songs and exuberance to the other girls - and wiped down glasses that had just been brought clean from the back. There was a rhythm in this as well and she enjoyed every moment.
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Post by Rafe Morgan on Jan 8, 2012 17:29:10 GMT -5
Rafe desperately needed a break from work. He knew he could leave the bar for weeks on end and no one would probably notice because of how dedicated his sister was to making sure everything ran smoothly, but he still felt a bit guilty about it. Not about leaving the bar, but about leaving his sister even for a moment. Sure, she wondered off on her own whenever the mood struck her but when she was there it took a lot for him to walk out the door. He knew she could protect herself, he knew she could deal with almost anything, but he also knew that she kept a lot of things bottled up inside and he'd rather be there when they exploded then away.
Today, though, she'd practically pushed him out the door telling him that he'd needed a break and he certainly did need a break. He was beginning to think that between his sister and the bar he'd never get any time alone. Wynn wouldn't allow that though. How he found himself walking into yet another bar though was beyond him. He'd spent most of the day wandering around Brooklyn and was in desperate need of a whiskey to warm himself. This place seemed good enough, it wasn't one he'd been in before. Then again he didn't make a habit of visiting other bars. At least this bar couldn't be called a competitor seeing as it was a good hour walk from his own. Their customers probably never traversed this far unless they had too. He took a seat at the bar and smiled at the pretty barmaid. That's what his bar needed, pretty young woman serving the drinks. Not that Wynn didn't attract attention, she did, but the customers quickly learned to leave her alone if they wanted to leave the bar with all their parts attached.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Jan 8, 2012 17:41:50 GMT -5
Daisy glanced up as she sensed someone sitting at the bar, it became a sort of sixth sense when you worked behind it long enough - the ability to tell when someone had settled themselves on a stool and was after the wares that McGinty's had to offer. But Daisy had also learned another skill, something that had been hers from birth and that she wouldn't trade for the world, the innate skill to know just at a glance if a soul was troubled or not. This man was older than herself, though only by a few years, and while he didn't exactly look troubled she mentally marked him as weary when she set down the glass she had been working on and stepped over in front of him, smiling brightly.
"Hello there sir," She said, cheeriness in her voice just as natural and easy and she reached for a rag to instinctively wipe at the bar in front of her. "Might I get you a drink then?" Daisy asked, reaching for a glass and looking at him expectantly before letting her eyes dart out the dingy McGinty's windows and noting that it looked as though it might have gotten a bit colder from when she had walked in for her shift. "And perhaps a spot of stew to warm your toes if you've a mind." She smiled and gave him an encouraging little nod. "I made it myself so I can attest to it's heartiness."
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Post by Rafe Morgan on Jan 10, 2012 14:14:23 GMT -5
"Whiskey," Rafe replied as his eyes ran over the girl. She was a looker even if she was far too young to really merit his interest. He could after just a glance that she was a sweet girl, which was a surprise. Most women he met who worked in a bar tended to look weary at best. "Stew sounds wonderful," He finally said as he rolled his neck to the side to work out some of the kinks. He'd pay to hear his sister say something like that to a customer, then again if she ever did offer someone food that she had cooked he could be almost one hundred percent sure that she was probably trying to poison the guy. Not necessarily kill him, just make him suffer. Rafe did most of the cooking at the bar. He'd been thinking about hiring another hand to take over it but he wasn't sure they could afford it. Though it would certainly help to free him up to do other things around the place.
"You work in the kitchen and out on the floor?" He wasn't really surprised considering he did so as well, but most places that hired out a cook kept them in the kitchen. Maybe they were short handed here or something. Rafe glanced around the room, noting that there weren't that many customers. It was possible that whoever had been working the bar had left because there weren't that many people or had taken a break. This time of day is usually when he could find Wynn smoking and drinking in her room before the rush returned.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Jan 10, 2012 18:52:33 GMT -5
Daisy smiled as she poured the glass of whiskey and set it on the bar in front of the man, a handsome, rugged looking one that she hadn't seen in McGinty's before. But Daisy always had a smile for anybody that crossed her path and the man looked tired and she brightened when he took her up on the offer of her stew. She'd only been on kitchen duty for the past few months and she'd slowly been testing out new recipes for the crowds, but her stew had been a steady fallback and with the cooler, biting temperatures seemed fitting most days. "Give me a moment and I'll be right back with a bowl," She promised with another radiant smile before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Reappearing a few minutes later with a bowl filled with piping hot stew and a large chunk of crusty bread beside it on the plate, Daisy presented it to him before leaning against the bar and answering his question. "Most days I do," She began, wiping her hands on a towel as she idly started to work again on drying the glasses. "Started here behind the bar, but we lost our cook a few months back..." She frowned slightly at the thought of Sean but the moment passed and she brightened a little as she moved on. "And I have a knack for the kitchen, so I stepped in back there and when things are slower up here or the lasses need a hand I come on out. Shannon's usually workin' now but she wanted a break and I had some time so I offered to spell her for a few." Daisy was babbling, as she sometimes did and the result was a pinking of her cheeks at the realization but she forged ahead, having learned some customers didn't mind a bit of chatter. "I'm Daisy anyway, should you need anything else. The stew is alright?"
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Post by Rafe Morgan on Jan 11, 2012 12:57:40 GMT -5
Rafe nodded his head absently as she walked back into the kitchen to get the stew for him. He lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips and swallowed the liquid down, enjoying the burn at the back of his throat. The drink always reminded of home and the first time he drank it. He'd been only ten and it had been a few days after he'd found his parents. He'd come across a bottle in the bottom of his fathers desk and had tried it. It had resulted in him gagging a few times before being able to even swallow it and at the end of the night he'd wound up curled at the bottom of his sisters bed. She'd ended up taking care of him the next day as he'd suffered through his first hangover.
He raised his eyes as Daisy returned and set the bowl of stew in front of him. He pulled it towards him and ate a bite before glancing back at the barmaid. A smile crossed his face as she continued talking and then began blushing. It wasn't often he saw a woman blush just because she had been talking a bit too much. Most of the women he knew would talk his ear off and not give a damn. "Stews good," He replied with a nod. "Wouldn't mind another drink if you aren't too busy. Rafe, by the way, that's my name." Rafe continued eating as he waited for his drink. The stew was better than good. In fact, it made his own pale in comparison.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Jan 12, 2012 19:38:34 GMT -5
"Isn't any trouble at all," Daisy reassured Rafe as she leaned over to claim his glass and pour him another glass of whiskey. As much as Daisy enjoyed the kitchen - and really that was one of her favorite places in the whole world to be - the thing that she missed the most was being out and talking to the customers. She loved hearing about people's days, hearing the musical sound of the rhythm of all the accents that filled the melting pot that was the city and if she could brighten a soul's day with a cheery smile and kind word than all the better as far as she was concerned.
And it was moments like this, when a customer would come in hungry and a little worn around the edges and she could fill his belly and his glass that made her days. So she brightened when he complimented the stew just as she returned his glass to him and practically radiated as she returned to drying glasses. "Oh I'm so glad you like it," She enthused, shooting him another smile as she set a glass aside and started on another. "I haven't been cooking in the kitchen here long and I'm used to making that on a much smaller scale, for only a few people. These larger batches can be a bit tricky at times, but it seems to have made the transition okay." She studied his face for a moment, he was older than her but handsome still, perhaps a bit rugged and she was certain she had never seen him before - it was rare that Daisy forgot a face. "Are you new to town Rafe? I don't recall seeing you in here before."
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