Don't worry about the zebras

[trulyoracular]

Behind the bar and dispensing drinks in little more than a loose tank top, Olaf feels like he's found his calling in life.

(Never mind that this isn't actually him working so much as he'd ducked behind the bar to steal his own drink, accidentally served someone else a drink, and that had been two hours ago)

Olaf's pretty sure that he could do bartending on a regular basis. After all, he knows his liquor, he's had endless amounts of experience listening to people's problems, and being an oracle means that he not only usually has a solution, but most of the time, it's pretty sure the right one! True, 'most of the time' for Olaf depends on the sun in the sky and a lot of other factors, but he's pretty sure that he's having a good day today.

He serves up a screwdriver, a sex on the beach, listens to a hotel guest mourn her ill luck with men, and drinks a beer all before he notices that there's someone new having approached the bar. True, he's not actually the bartender or anything, but given that Olaf pretty much fills his days with a hazy miasma of slacking off and generally not giving a damn, he thinks that playing at bartending for the day can't hurt.

Of course, if this gets him banned from the bar, that could have some severe ramifications down the line.

"What can I get you?" he asks cheerfully and hopes the answer isn't 'your arse out of here, now'.

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[trulyoracular]

"Never heard of it," Olaf replies, pouring himself a large glass of vodka as he talks to her. "Then again, it's not as if I remember even half of what I experience while I'm on drugs. I only take the good stuff," he says firmly, as if that's something that genuinely has to be said. "And sell it, at times."

[nebaritralk]

"You'd have hated it there, anyway," Chiana assures him with a confident half smile. Sure, the Establishment had the very best drugs, but they used them as a chemical straitjacket, a temporary measure to make people conform (possibly prior to a proper, permanent mind cleanse), and she didn't figure that was Olaf's style. "So, what are human drugs like?" she asks curiously, leaning forward on the counter again.

[trulyoracular]

"Give me a few hours of your time and I can show you," Olaf replies, with a winning grin and a flirtatious wink, seeing as he has a regular stash of them tucked away under his drawer in his room and he feels as if he could happily share them with anyone he meets. He's very giving, like that.

[nebaritralk]

Well, he's just mentioned selling them, so Chiana has to check, even if she likes his tone. "A little free sampling?" she asks with a hopeful and, yeah, inviting smile. Le 1 août 2014 16:58, "trulyoracular - DW Comment" dw_null@dreamwidth.org a écrit :

[trulyoracular]

"We'd have to go back to my room," Olaf says, given that he might think this place is a pretty relaxed atmosphere, but he's still not going to bring the law down on him (in case there is law). "I don't carry them on me."

[nebaritralk]

"Hey, any time you're off work," Chiana states easily. "My schedule's pretty open as long as I'm stuck here." Le 2 août 2014 18:58, "trulyoracular - DW Comment" dw_null@dreamwidth.org a écrit :