Serah wrote:Galnius wrote:The Bar and Grill, 7:10 am
Derek exited his can in one swift movement. Swinging his bag over his shoulder, he entered with a cheery greeting. However, when he looked around for a moment he shook his head. He also knew the exact culprit, who was currently cleaning.
"Oliver, would you please take them outside BEFORE dealing with them?" Assuming the message would once again go in one ear and out the other, he just put his hand through his sandy blond hair. "Ah, to hell with it. Toss me a broom Oliver."
A little while later, Derek pulled Oliver to the side. "Hey, be careful out there alright? You never know who may walk through that door, and God forbid a meta gone bad decides to take on this store. With just you, a group of two or three may be too much." He hadn't let his employees know he, too, was meta, but his point still stood. He was really there.
As his boss came back, Oliver had a slightly sheepish smile over the mess he'd made. Of course he was used to it, it happened just about every week.
"Well, I can't look awesome in front of the clients if they're outside, and we don't want them to think we're pushovers either. Gotta keep some semblance of respect." He responded cheekily, tossing a broom over to his boss. The clients wouldn't be arriving for at least a good thirty more minutes.
Then, pulled over to the side, Oliver sighed slightly.
"I can take care of myself, you shouldn't worry about me. It's nayot like I'll be living for long anyway with my luck." Taking a few steps, he felt his bones crack, making a very audible sound come out.
"See? Won't matter too much. Plus you know what I can do, even without my cane." Subtly hinting at his meta inheritage, he then spoke again.
"As I've said, worry about your own life first. I don't feel like you're telling me exactly everything about you either way. Disappearing in the night makes for a rather shady hobby, don't you agree?" Shrugging, he sent both brooms over in the closet.
"I have some meat on the grill, want some?"
"It's not you I'm worried about", Derek said frankly, sauntering over to the liquor display. He stood in front of it for a few moments, thoughtfully eyeing his abundant selection. "It's the bar. I'd rather not come back one day to find I have to rebuild, you know?"
Derek went to reach for a chocolate Bacardi, but paused when he saw the news. A reporter shook in fear as she described a massive terrorist attack at the local airport. In the background, a metal man on a horse charged in at full speed. Other metas were likely inside. Reports apparently came in of over a hundred unconfirmed deaths.
Derek watched longer than he expected, a mental debate echoing inside his head. "Nah, too rich for my taste", he said to himself. He moved his hand downward, and grabbed a simple Chardonnay. Pouring himself a glass, he motioned to Oliver. "Go ahead and grab the meat, I'm famished."