THIRTY FIFTH NIGHT [VIDEO]
[The video clicks on to a rather annoyed looking Shinji. It's been awhile since anyone has seen him with this particular backdrop: various bottles of wine and liquor as well as suspended glasses and whatnot. That's right, he's behind the bar at the Devil's Nest, his first day back to work.]
[He's going back and forth between the Guide, tapping away at some application or another, while leafs through several invoices, gradually getting more and more annoyed.]
Really?
This is what happens when I'm not here to help run this joint for a few months, Greed?
Shit...who the hell did you hire for kitchen staff? You even know what ingredients he's been stocking? I might'a been bed ridden but I could at least have run inventory from home. And I don't know what the hell that little monstrosity running around is, but I assume you've got an explanation for it.
[He begins grumbling again. Meanwhile, a large, three-eyed, blubber ridden, slovenly patron appears to be getting a bit belligerent.]
Hey! Cripple! You gonna get me my drink? Or am I gonna have to mess up your other--
[The alien isn't really given the option of finishing that statement, as Shinji has just rammed the blunt end of his cane into the several chins encompassing its throat. The alien freezes, as Shinji hasn't even looked up from the invoices to regard him yet.]
And what the hell's up with your clientele? Don't tell me you're lettin' this place fall to shit, Greed. [He casts a sharp eye at the currently sweating alien. Then he calmly extracts the cane and taps it on the cheek with the end, lightly.]
So, what can I get ya? Aside from manners.
[He's going back and forth between the Guide, tapping away at some application or another, while leafs through several invoices, gradually getting more and more annoyed.]
Really?
This is what happens when I'm not here to help run this joint for a few months, Greed?
Shit...who the hell did you hire for kitchen staff? You even know what ingredients he's been stocking? I might'a been bed ridden but I could at least have run inventory from home. And I don't know what the hell that little monstrosity running around is, but I assume you've got an explanation for it.
[He begins grumbling again. Meanwhile, a large, three-eyed, blubber ridden, slovenly patron appears to be getting a bit belligerent.]
Hey! Cripple! You gonna get me my drink? Or am I gonna have to mess up your other--
[The alien isn't really given the option of finishing that statement, as Shinji has just rammed the blunt end of his cane into the several chins encompassing its throat. The alien freezes, as Shinji hasn't even looked up from the invoices to regard him yet.]
And what the hell's up with your clientele? Don't tell me you're lettin' this place fall to shit, Greed. [He casts a sharp eye at the currently sweating alien. Then he calmly extracts the cane and taps it on the cheek with the end, lightly.]
So, what can I get ya? Aside from manners.