Post by juliette sinead webber on May 10, 2012 13:28:59 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 20px solid #7D463F; border-bottom:20px solid #7D463F; border-top:20px solid #7D463F; border-right: 20px solid #7D463F;] "hokay! on that note it's time for ye to go 'ome mister duff!" jules said brightly as the long-time patron whipped out a couple of sexual innuendos. jules liked mister duff, she did, but he was going on sixty years old, divorced, and looking for some hot piece to make him feel like he was still a big man. he was looking to jules to be that hot piece and she just wasn't having any of it. it was always in good fun but seeing as how the sun would be up in just about three hours, jules was too tired to deal with someone hitting on her constantly. she was hot, she was sweaty, she was caked in bar filth and just wanted to close up shop, get things cleaned, and head home for a well deserved day of rest. "i told ye " mister duff mocked jokingly as she stood from the stool and wobbled a bit. jules hopped over the bar top to the patron's side to stick her head under his armpit and give him a little added support. "call me duffy please. i like hearing you call me duffy." all the more reason not to call you duffy." jules thought to herself as she hefted him up a little higher. he put a majority of his weight on her with made jules hesitate in her steps slightly. she heard her father call from behind the door and turned around, turning dear old duffy around with her. he was half unconscious. he didn't care where he was going anymore. jules on the other hand just cared that he remained upright. "dah?" she asked as she caught her father's gaze. he looked so peaceful brushing crumbs off the bar top and putting glasses away simultaneously. this bar had been his dream job. it had been everything her father had wanted and more when he and jules' mother immigrated from ireland. bars were always frequent in ireland. when people who weren't from ireland through of irish people they thought of a bunch of drunks and they weren't always wrong. there was a reason why there was one on every street corner next to a church and that was because each and every one was full to the brim day in and day out. but jules' father had wanted something more. it had been his dream to go to the states and have a place that was just his own and they'd managed to get just that. it tended not to matter as much around these parts that her father was gay and married to a woman while having a "life partner" on the side. most people didn't care to know. jules' father was professional in the bar. it wasn't like he was dry humping his partner in front of the customers. he was just a regular person whose love was considered somewhat unconventional but he was just like everyone else when you got down to the nitty gritty. jules admired him. he loved this place and he'd done everything he could to bring a little piece of ireland to the states with him. he'd managed to do so and it had gone off without a hitch. it was a little more of an americanized place at times and less like the bars in ireland. after all you had to have an entertainment factor. bars in ireland were meant for drinking and not much else but in the states it had to be interesting. so on occasion jules would have to hop up on a table with some ladies and spice the joint up a bit. she didn't care. she had fun with it and she could see that her father enjoyed it. despite everything it was a safe atmosphere and her father turned out to be just reminding her to be safe. "o'course ye worry wart." jules said with a smirk. "do yer girl a favor and take them there trash bags out to 'he back alley?" she asked as she turned herself and mister duff back around, heading for the taxi that had just pulled up at the front entrance. she heard the rustle of trash bags as she pushed through the front doors and walked mister duff to the cab. "alright duffy, i need ye to give me yer address." she said as she heaved him up to the cab door. the driver hopped out and opened the door for her. she thanked him with a smile as she wiped the rain drops off her forehead. of course it had to be raining tonight. she hefted duff into the back seat and heard the light sound of snores. "oh no ye don't ye big oaf." she said as she stuck her body half in the cap and gave her dear duffy a tap on the cheek. when that didn't work she full-on open-palm slapped him until he was awake. "yer address man. give me 'he man yer address." she heard his mumbled address and repeated it to the driver who hopped back in the driver's side. jules tucked mister duff's legs into the cab and close the door, giving it a tap on the roof when he was all set. she watched the cab drive off into traffic before she headed back inside, giving a little shake to rid herself of excess water. "well not 'hat i've 'ad me shower i can get on with me life." she said to herself as she picked up a rag off one of the tables and began wiping it down. "dah!" she called out. "where ye lazy arse be! 'elp me clean 'ere man." |
