Cruisin' By

[Melitta]

Some acts cannot be avoided

when stripped of choice or clothes.

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elitta needed this. She needed this escape to give her some clarity. To give her some time away. It was the perfect distraction and well, she was making good money from it too. People apparently tipped quite well on cruises, especially the upper class. But right now, it was a mix, mostly the middle to lower class people enjoying some drinks and food.

She was moving from table to table with swift ease, not wanting to keep anyone waiting too long as it would reflect poorly on her. And well, it would effect her tips as well. She was not sure what would happen with her husband, but she did know she needed to be financially stable. She needed to be able to stand on her own two feet.

As she walked towards the bar, she noticed a man step behind it. He was not wearing an apron nor was in uniform so Melitta felt the need to intervene. He was probably some drunkard who thought it was ok to get himself a drink. "Excuse me Sir," she said politely, stepping behind the bar to follow him. "You are not permitted to be back here." Her voice was gentle, but stern, not even considering that this man used to work here.

tag: Gannicus
notes:

We do what we must in this house.

crafted by Molly Josephine ☁

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus was the god of the sea! Everyone loved him, and loved to watch him work! He knew it, they knew it, and they knew he knew it! Without too much effort, he had become known in his little corner of the world, and he liked it that way. Playing into their imagine of the golden bad boy kept most people from figuring out that he had no life plan, no direction, nothing happening for him, and sometimes no will to keep going. Why else would a man of his age and talent even have a talent in drinking, fucking, and bar tending? In that order! Though sometimes the first two where interchangeable! And sometimes the first one hindered the second one if he was REALLY in an honest mood--which thankfully was NEVER! He had worked with a few pf the guys who were running the bar before, so they never cared when he stepped behind the bar to make his own drink, as long as he did a few orders for them and left the tips. Which was what he was going when he heard a very female voice speaking too him. "Excuse me Sir," He laughed to himself, and turned to look at the voice with a devil may care grin, only to pause when he saw her face. Fuck. Geogrgious. "You are not permitted to be back here." And formal! He laughed at her, but not to mock her, more in a 'I don't care' manner. "When you sir, I almost thought you were talking to me!" he teased her, before leaning in to give her a wink, "But if you were, I wont tell if you wont." And to sweeten the pot, "How about I steal us both a drink, and we both work each other for tips? Though I warn you, I have been known to rack in the tips!" He teased her in a way that mocked him more then her.

^{TAG Melitta}