Somewhere in Capital Crocus, a city that never sleeps, there is a nightclub that is equally as active as the city at night. Its warm, pink lights and immense selection of both quaint and exotic alcohol lured many to its depths and enticed everyone who found themselves inside with a good time. Its name was Boomslang, and it was and still is the most popular nightclub around. 'Join us for a night and escape reality!' was a slogan that not only felt true, but it told. And boy, did it sell.
The owner, Ahote Laspor, was a tall and slender man who could seemingly sell this slogan to everyone but himself. He disliked alcohol and preferred his own company at most times, and although he had a few different forms, he was pale-skinned and had long, silver hair tied into a clumsy ponytail. His eyes were golden and he wore a serious, unapproachable expression and gave a look that made one wonder if they would be punished if they had joked around with him. He made efforts to keep to himself and was even a Coming Storm until recently. His lack of criminal activity and aloof behavior had somewhat cleaned his slate with the public, although his history was a cesspool of atrocious events.
Regardless, with popularity and business increasing exponentially, it was time to expand his resources. Boomslang was no longer just a nightclub, but also a coffeehouse and cafe in the morning, branding itself on Ahote's special brew and overall quality coffee. The disparity in the atmosphere between the cafe and the nightclub was immense, and yet successful. Ahote began to open the place for employment, replacing his deceptively 'alive-looking' undead with real people. And sure enough, people were interested.
It was midday, some hour in between coffeeshop operations and the nightclub's opening. There was about a three-hour break in between both of these operations, and Ahote decided to use this time to orient his new employees, which were several in number. They were expected to arrive soon, and standing behind the bar counter, the unapproachable man stood there in basic bartending server vest attire, preparing himself a cup of coffee.
The owner, Ahote Laspor, was a tall and slender man who could seemingly sell this slogan to everyone but himself. He disliked alcohol and preferred his own company at most times, and although he had a few different forms, he was pale-skinned and had long, silver hair tied into a clumsy ponytail. His eyes were golden and he wore a serious, unapproachable expression and gave a look that made one wonder if they would be punished if they had joked around with him. He made efforts to keep to himself and was even a Coming Storm until recently. His lack of criminal activity and aloof behavior had somewhat cleaned his slate with the public, although his history was a cesspool of atrocious events.
Regardless, with popularity and business increasing exponentially, it was time to expand his resources. Boomslang was no longer just a nightclub, but also a coffeehouse and cafe in the morning, branding itself on Ahote's special brew and overall quality coffee. The disparity in the atmosphere between the cafe and the nightclub was immense, and yet successful. Ahote began to open the place for employment, replacing his deceptively 'alive-looking' undead with real people. And sure enough, people were interested.
It was midday, some hour in between coffeeshop operations and the nightclub's opening. There was about a three-hour break in between both of these operations, and Ahote decided to use this time to orient his new employees, which were several in number. They were expected to arrive soon, and standing behind the bar counter, the unapproachable man stood there in basic bartending server vest attire, preparing himself a cup of coffee.
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