[It's another night shift for Rex at the cask and anvil, which, amidst all the things he's had to endure in this place, really isn't all that bad. Now, customer service would be the bane of his ill-tempered existence if the staff weren't encouraged to be intentionally rude and foul-mouthed. The more customers who walk off out of sheer frustration, the more spoils are left for the actual folk who keep the food hot and the booze chilled at the end of the day. While Rex may not think too highly of his fellow headscape hostages, he does like his fellow staff members. Also, being allowed to be an asshole and getting monetarily compensated for it?! That's having his cake and eating it too. Thankfully, the business doesn't lose too much money, as there's very little competition for the quality of its goods despite the ambiance.
On tonight's agenda of disturbing the peace, Rex is purposefully taking his time in one of the singular bathroom stalls to anger the long line of drunk pissheads waiting behind a closed door. He finally removes the bandage that Lumen had applied to his face before the tender-hearted seaman had disappeared for good, and the young super leans over the sink counter thumb tracing an injury that is now on the mend, although the line of healing tissue is certainly longer thanks to Denjii's interference.
In a desperate attempt to feel something, Rex unbuttons his white, server's top, and snaps a photo from the nose down to his exposed chest, sending it to one of the only contacts he bothers to text.]
this shit better not fuck up my face permanently, asshole
filed under the -> inappropriate pictures <- category, you know who
On tonight's agenda of disturbing the peace, Rex is purposefully taking his time in one of the singular bathroom stalls to anger the long line of drunk pissheads waiting behind a closed door. He finally removes the bandage that Lumen had applied to his face before the tender-hearted seaman had disappeared for good, and the young super leans over the sink counter thumb tracing an injury that is now on the mend, although the line of healing tissue is certainly longer thanks to Denjii's interference.
In a desperate attempt to feel something, Rex unbuttons his white, server's top, and snaps a photo from the nose down to his exposed chest, sending it to one of the only contacts he bothers to text.]
this shit better not fuck up my face permanently, asshole