Pablo's Legacy

Heat of the Summer's Bar | First Month

Memoires of July.

It was in July, when, as mentioned previously, I decided to join the community, but not for myself. It was for my friend initially, and after a little bit of thinking about getting it, I decided I could not only keep company to my friend, but also see how interesting it would be and where it could lead.

Prepared with this incentive, it was on July 15th when I first joined the community. The whole idea about working at a restaurant in a game seemed entirely new to me, as I formerly had no experience of working at such places. It surely seemed interesting to try inviting some novelty into my life, which by that time continued to change in a good way. 

It was the time of my first training, which was going to be Chef (I wanted to follow my friend's steps). Having heard positive review about the job, I decided I'd take it. 

And it at was this time when I met my first trainer who'd become a really nice person working side by side with (the person reading and knowing it should probably guess...) The training, to my disappointment, didn't end in favor of mine, as this was only the first experiment.

Not knowing a single person from the community except for my friend I joined it for, at first I looked at it with an alien feeling. My introversy surely did let me taste a feeling of being somewhat withdrawn at first, although then I could forget about it to a fair extent. 

Having gotten the job (third try!), I wanted to settle further for the position of Bar Staff, which I did in a short time without much trouble (yes, I didn't have much to say about Chef, sorry...)

And so the days of me being a member of the Bar Staff Team began. 

Guys, you're the coolest...

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The Bar Investigation.

I enter the bar workplace I have been more or less accustomed to. With a refreshed look, I head to the counters to greet my co-workers, which I'd been having fun talking to.

It feels pretty much crowded. There is Ao, which had returned to us  after a break; a guy with a burger on his head (the noob outfit made him look even funnier...); Lou, l'homme français, who I had'nt gotten to know pretty much; the well-known ginger-haired lady, who I had had the pleasure meeting as my first friend at this place (Solar! did you guess it?); Kelly; ascyrr and some other people.

I approached them with a warm greeting, which seemed even friendlier as they looked at my funny robotic-cat mask. They seemed to respond with enthusiasm, welcoming me on the place. The day seemed like a pretty much enjoyable one.

Qwerty did nothing but enjoyed his time in the ice box (he's pretty chilly). Solar and Lou were greeting some customers, basically doing their job quite well.

Suddenly Kelly told me to take a look at something. I expressed puzzlement. She told me to approach the bottle shelves on the wall, which I did. We both noticed something strange - all the bottles were gone.

- Where could they have gone to?... - asked Solar.

I let her know I didn't have the slightest idea.

But apparently, there was a person we both could ask. Security had to know - of that we were assured. We approached the pink-haired lady, which stood at a railing and looked over the bar.

K: Tanya! Do you know where all the bottles have gone?

The pink-haired lady growls at us, apparently dissatisfied with something.