There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin

[emptynight]

[Thomas is standing behind the gleaming mahogany bar, a Boston shaker at his elbow as he watches the bar with a lazy, indulgent smile. Every so often, the light catches in his eyes with a gleam of silver, but for the moment he's content to just watch. And pour a drink for anyone who happens to pull up to the bar.]

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[sailorgenerous]

[And this would be your front-end manager, looking rather pleased.]

How have things been tonight, Thomas? Not too many problem customers, I hope.

[emptynight]

[Thomas had tried exactly once to not do what Rarity said. After that time, he was content to just do whatever the manager wanted. It made for far less pouting and hoofstomping that way. So when Rarity moseyed up to the bar, he grinned and slid over a glass of sparkling apple cider.]

Nothing I couldn't charm my way out of, sweetheart.

[sailorgenerous]

[It was a simple but effective way to maintain authority, and she rarely ever had to do it more than once. As it was, she was rather glad that she and Thomas had come to an understanding, and she took the glass of cider and sipped it delicately.]

Hopefully not too much charm. We don't need another...situation like we had last month.

[emptynight]

[He pouts.]

Come on, Rarity, even you had to admit last month wasn't my fault. I was just pouring drinks.