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Who uses a bar table as their own personal workspace?
This guy, apparently, who pretty much had to stack several boxes in order to sit comfortably to work.

Guess he wanted a change in scenery? Who knows.

* max would see the several boxes on the bar table and look to see who was the one who put them there * max: hay tales um i can lend you a hole table if you’d like so then i can do my job you know or atleast to the end of the bar table there isent usually enough people to fill it down there and can i get you a drink or anything?

Iris sat there nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, relaxing on her chair.

* max would put on some old school mtv videos on the tv next to the bar table for everyone to watch and to give max something to do since not many people talk to him *

Iris sat next to Max, watching the TV.

Claude sat beside Max and Iris with a bottle of beer in her hand. It was clear however that her mind wasn't on the TV. She occasionally traced the large, rough scar on her face.

It started from her left cheek and traveled on her nose bridge then ended slightly on her right cheek.

Dizi crept into the bar, using his tip toes to enter, trying not to make too much sound as not to disturb anyone. His nose scrunched upon catching a whiff of the bombarding smell of alcohol, which caused him to cover his nose with both of his bandaged hands. He should have known, this.. 'bar' place, as he overheard it being called, having such a strong scent of alcohol, they must served it here.

He heard the TV and looked at it, curiously. He carefully walked over, beside Claude, who was beside Iris, who was beside Max. Then sat down on the floor, engrossed in the TV already.

Wanders about, cleaning as she goes around the bar.

max: wowi guess everyones a fan of mtv huh * he chuckled looking over at dizi claude and iris * max: also narly scar claude how did you get it?

Armond walked into the bar, taking an orange jacket off and setting it down on the floor beside the front door, approaching the counter before ordering a drink on the rocks.

"Can't tell ya", Claude replied in a cold and low voice. "But I can tell ya about any other scar." Anyone but that one died on her tongue before it could form into spoken words.

Her voice remained low but warmed up slightly. Claude took another sip of beer and was sweating because of the turtleneck she was wearing.

max; really? huh um alright show me a few other scares then i got a couple see * he turns to lift his shirt up showing a lot of cutmarks and scarted cuts all over his back * max: and i can go hang up that turtle neck if its to wearm for ya or ican just make the bar cooler

* max would make his drink and serve it to him * max: i hate to bring news bbut we have a coat rack if you dont want your jacket on the floor pal

Armond took the drink. "Thanks." He took a sip of it, using his other hand pulling out some cash to pay for it.
He placed the cash on the counter and sighed, "You can throw away that jacket for all I care." Armond snort-laughed, but it didn't seem to be a happy laugh.

max: really how come then * he said taking the money and curiesly looking at him * max: and personally im a jean jacket person or lether jacket something ether like tommy chongs vest or the guy who plays neegen in the walking dead with his jacket or mad maxes jacket sorry i started ramaballing

Armond tapped his fingers on the counter, a stressed look in his eyes.
"Ah well, the jacket's related to my workplace. It's a shithole." Armond rolled his eyes from behind his glasses.

max: oh i got ya so what the job just sucks or is the people in there all assholes exscuse my freach * he chuckled *

Armond glanced up, "The people in there. They are all so goddamn negative all the time, day after day, hour after hour, they're always upset, expecting better." He hissed.