Elena Biermann
Pupil
The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Sept 23, 2011 18:04:19 GMT -6
It was a Friday evening. Elena should have been out partying it up with her mates, namely Adelle, Lil, Franky, Lavender, and Blaine doing Karaoke at O’Connors but instead she was here, at The Hogs Head, waitressing wearing an unflattering mustard yellow outfit with red trim and apron. They were trying out something new and Elena was not pleased with their experiment in the least.
Elena was never good with men, hell she was even worse with boys. Maybe it was her misandry, let’s be honest it was misanthropy, or maybe it was that she wasn’t good at relationships. Either way Elena was the last person to expect anonymous love letters from anyone. As if to prove her wrong every Friday at some point during her shift or after there was a new letter from no one. Usually they were short one sentences, sometimes they had nothing to do with love, at other times they were one liners from some bullshit poem or a compliment about her… or half a compliment at least.
She hadn’t gotten one yet, and was having a particularly bad day. “Hi, what can I get you?” she asked the person who had just sat down with a bored expression hoping they would give her something to amuse herself with.
((ooc: Anyone? Elena needed to be written. And anyone can be giving her letters or it can be from a random person?))
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Sept 24, 2011 13:58:08 GMT -6
Kevin plopped down in the corner of the Hog's Head with his textbook of curses and hexes propped on the table, resting his muddy shoes on the chair next to him. There were... a lot of people he was trying to avoid over at O'Connors, which made it easy to just hole up in the sketchy pub for the night. Pretending to study, Kevin was struggling to think up another line of bullshit poetry to send to Elena as a prank before the end of her shift. He'd probably just resort to talking about her chest again.
He then looked up and casually flashed the girl in question a pair of finger guns as she came over. "All I want is some of that world-class Biermann hospitality," he said dryly while holding his hand over his heart. "Also, the cheapest thing on your menu."
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