Normality in Space

[walfordpsychopath]

Ten Forward has had a new barkeep for a few months. Keeping mostly to himself, smiling at the customers, offering small talk, everything expected. He looks like he's enjoying it, laughing and joking, being sombre, running through all the motions.

It would take an empath to realise he's using this to cover up how he really feels, and, even then, they'd need another look. Sean wasn't really okay, but work helped. It kept him busy, kept his thoughts from rampaging, bubbling over.

The same was the case tonight, when he walks into Ten Forward, ducking behind the bar and placing a hand on the Bolian behind there. "Alright, Edrad? You can knock off, now." He remarks, grinning. He's moving around and leaning against the bar, addressing the nearest customer.

"Right. What can I get ya?"

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[walfordpsychopath]

"Hey, love, you're gonna have to give me a bit more than that." He offers, smiling. "There's thousands of different drinks, and I ain't got to learn 'em all yet."

[whereishe]

Yuna's head tilted to the side with a wide smile. "Guess so." Her fingers lightly tapped her chin with a wide smile. "What do you like to drink? Or make." She gestured with her hand, her smile remaining wide in place.

It wasn't so much that Yuna was indecisive, she just didn't know what sorts of drinks there were. This wasn't like her home where the mostly drank water or train alcohol.

[walfordpsychopath]

A second to think, before he raises a finger. "I got something, if you don't mind being a guinea pig?"

[whereishe]

"Mm?" Yuna looked at him curiously. "I don't mind."

She smiled then wondering what it was that he had thought of. She loved trying new things even if it didn't always end well for her.