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FACT: Since M-Day, bars in Mutant Town gained almost triple the business they did before the Decimation.
Even in mid-afternoon men and women were crowding together in small bunches - or alone - singing bad karoake and betting on billiards games. Usually come 2:30 pm they would start getting intoxicated enough to be rowdy, so that was when the bouncers started their shifts.
Shatterstar hated working. He truly did. However, the only times he found himself with jobs were either in bars or killing people-- and the second option was not at all ideal. So the bar it was, tossing people around and getting harassed by the cougars with skirts far too short. They all smelled like cigarettes and had bad habits of messing the restrooms. He was thankful he was not a janitor.
The bouncer position worked just fine for him and allowed him to speak to patrons when need be. A round, wooden table was right next to the main entrance and he sat there watching over the patrons dutifully. Silently. Looking bored, yes, but Shatterstar kept careful count of behaviours, movements, and interactions. They would not act up on his watch.
Even in mid-afternoon men and women were crowding together in small bunches - or alone - singing bad karoake and betting on billiards games. Usually come 2:30 pm they would start getting intoxicated enough to be rowdy, so that was when the bouncers started their shifts.
Shatterstar hated working. He truly did. However, the only times he found himself with jobs were either in bars or killing people-- and the second option was not at all ideal. So the bar it was, tossing people around and getting harassed by the cougars with skirts far too short. They all smelled like cigarettes and had bad habits of messing the restrooms. He was thankful he was not a janitor.
The bouncer position worked just fine for him and allowed him to speak to patrons when need be. A round, wooden table was right next to the main entrance and he sat there watching over the patrons dutifully. Silently. Looking bored, yes, but Shatterstar kept careful count of behaviours, movements, and interactions. They would not act up on his watch.
