[voice/action]

[dissonates]

[Uuuuugh, he really doesn't want to do this. Human resources has literally never been his department. Even when he was prepping to become the eventual king of Kimlasca, he had certain social issues that should've been worked on; growing up in Daath and earning a reputation fitting for Asch the Bloody just made them worse.

But he's tired of spending an absurd amount of hours at a bar that he can't decide whether or not he even likes anymore just because no one else is available, especially with half the staff missing. When Norma doesn't even bother showing up to work for several days in a row that basically cements it.]

...Good Spirits is hiring. Come to the bar this afternoon for an interview if you're interested in joining the staff.

[And that's pretty much where he'll be. As usual. But don't expect to get the job just because you show up!! ...Actually, that's might just make him less inclined to hire you, which is the very definition of counter-productive. The standards of Asch the Bloody are high, indeed. The Gordon Ramsey of bartenders]


[[ooc: Good Spirits info post for those interested]]

Comments

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Jade does like to keep an eye on the former enemy.]

And what if I elect to apply for a position of my own choosing?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[....Jade, please.]

You'd be fired. Immediately.

[No one wants to work with you.]

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Now, now. You can't get far in a business with an attitude like that. I haven't even told you yet what position I would like.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

I already know what sort of position you'd be after.

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Oh? Do you think that it's really so transparent?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

You, the famous Jade Curtiss? Known in the replica's little band as the one who can talk his way out of any kind of manual labour?

You'd demand a supervisory position, with all the reward and none of the effort.

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

I can't say that your assumption is entirely inaccurate. However, what if I am actually willing to settle for a specific type of bartending position?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[....He's going to regret this, but...]

...Fine, what kind of position?

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

It's simple.

I intend to be my own personal bartender.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[.......]

Fired. Immediately.

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

My, my. It's a shame there's no one you can be reported to for discrimination.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Go ahead. There's a reason young people get away with putting old men like you in homes. No one cares.

[Who are you going to report him to, exactly?]

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

My, how straightforwardly cruel. Of course, with how long you've apparently been in this world, I'm sure that it will only be so long until your time comes.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[...Asshole. Of course he'd bring that up.]

So what!? Better here than in Auldrant!

[It isn't much of a retort, but at least in this world he has a chance.]

[Voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Given the circumstances, that much is obvious. [It's only here that he can actually be alive, after all.] Perhaps you'll find yourself at a ripe old age in due time.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

...Is it even possible for you to act your age?

[Don't grown men have better things to do than troll the youth?]