dissonates | [voice/action]

[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]]

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That doesn't mean I intend to do anything special to attract customers.

Suit yourself. The bar owner I know would be ashamed of you.

...Oh no. I don't know how I can possibly overcome the terrible shame of some stranger's disapproval.

Don't get smart. Who's gonna want to work for someone who's a disgrace to his profession?

Come down to the bar and say that to my face!

[He'll be happy to serve his finest bottle right to your self-righteous jaw.]

[Wow. He was almost worried he wouldn't get a reaction out of that.]

I'm not doin' anything else right now, so sure. Just gimme a minute.

[He actually likes that bar, so he wishes it hadn't come to this. Even though this is entirely his fault.]

You want me to bring a weapon so you can duel for your honor or somethin'?

I've no cause to duel with a nobody for my own damn honour. And weapons aren't allowed in my bar.

[....]

In fact, you're not allowed in it, either.

[WHAT NOW ASSHOLE]

[OH SNAP.

He's glad this is voice and not video so Asch can't see his jaw drop at that. Thanks to his anger, though, he recovers quickly enough to shout back:]

Fine! I wouldn't wanna go to a place like that anyway. Your attitude is probably what makes the booze taste so bad.

[It tastes better than anything else in Luceti, but like hell is he going to admit that now.]

I'm sure it merely sours in your mouth.

[He wishes he knew the guy's name so he could make the ban official, though. He'll just have to remember the voice...]

[Firo has a pretty distinctive (read: annoying) voice, so that alone is probably enough to recognize him.]

Don't blame others for your screw ups.

Maybe we just know not to waste good alcohol on people like you.

But you didn't even know me before just now. Unless you don't give your best to any customer, which I guess is the sorta thing a shoddy establishment would do.

If it's so shoddy, then you clearly won't miss it.

I never said I would miss it.

[He totally will.]

Good, because it certainly won't miss you.

[He considers the problem solved.]

Good. I just hope nobody was stupid enough to get suckered into workin' there.

[Except he was thinking of offering before he got sidetracked, but sssh.]

All positions have been filled, we're no longer hiring!

[And if they were you'd be the last one he'd choose, so nyah nyah.]

"Fools rush in," eh? I just hope they can stand to put up with you. For their sake.

If they don't, there's bound to be more volunteers. Clearly people are willing to do anything to stave off their boredom here.

[In other words, he's not concerned.]

Yeah, anything if we go by this.

Am I supposed to care about that? If they show up for their shifts and don't screw around, I could give less of a damn about their motivations.

Hey, people with the wrong motivations wind up screwin' up all the time. Or killin' their boss or somethin'.

[It's a slippery slope, man.]

Tch. You think I can't see through someone who intended to kill me? I wasn't a bartender by trade in my world.

I'm sure you weren't. You seem more like you were a circus clown or somethin', am I right?

[Dryly:]

I did work with clowns sometimes, yes. But I doubt they're the enjoyable sort you're imagining.

[The Dark Wings were absurd at times, but they were undeniably good at their jobs. And their jobs were not very nice at all.]

Was I supposed to be insulted?

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