#barstaff

[delohill]

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[s-sputnik-k]

79s barstaff AU: the clones as shit that happens at my mum's pub (part 1)

fives, proudly holding a jar of credits and a massive jar of individually wrapped sweets: I've robbed so many people today *runs off to harrass another customer for their change*

rex: ...how 

cody: ...and why 

echo: he's making people give a credit to guess how many sweets are in the jar

cody: and they're just..  giving it to him? 

dogma: it's for charity, but the closest guess wins half the pot 

rex: so... he's not gaining anything? it is actually going to charity, right?

dogma: I find it's best to just let him think he's causing chaos 

echo: otherwise he'll start actually causing chaos

[tennessoui]

If you'd be so inclined: #13 or #41 they both just sound so delicious <3

of course !!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' (LATEST) 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

13. 'Kiss me.'

Obi-Wan can't tell if the dancing itself has made him sweaty, made his thin clothes stick to his skin, or if the club-goers around them have rubbed their sweat and grime off on him.

Either way, he doesn't like it, can hardly fathom a time in his life where he used to seek these moments out and relish in them. But that was some ten, fifteen years ago. He's a different man now, a Jedi Master who has no time or inclination for being sweatily groped and loudly propositioned in the shadows of a dance floor by some fellow club-goer with pupils that are worriedly dilated.

Maybe at any other time, Obi-Wan would guide the girl off the floor, give her something and push her off into the protection of one of the barstaff. But not tonight. Tonight, Obi-Wan has no time for anything but watching the steps that lead up to the loft of the club, reserved tonight and most nights for the leaders of the galactic spice ring that Anakin was sent undercover two weeks ago to break up.

He's here tonight. Obi-Wan could feel his presence in the Force the moment he entered the club.

He's not meant to be here, Obi-Wan isn't. The Council hadn't gone as far as banning him from the planet, but it'd been heavily implied. This was Anakin's mission. Anakin's first solo mission. As his Jedi master, Obi-Wan's place is far, far away from here so that his padawan can--can grow and test his own skills, take his first real step towards independence and experience how it feels to serve the Republic as a Jedi Knight all by--

There's a flash of blond in his peripheral and then a hand tugs hard at his arm, spinning him around and pressing him into the sticky wall.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth to protest against the stranger's touch--the stranger's assumptions--but before he can, Anakin's familiar Force signature wraps around his own at the same time he registers his padawan's flinty-eyed expression staring at him from far closer than normal.

"What are you doing here?" Anakin hisses, sounding just as incensed as he deserves to sound upon seeing his master infiltrating his infiltration mission. If Qui-Gon had done something similar when Obi-Wan had been nineteen and on his first mission, Obi-Wan would have been livid. He'd have assumed Qui-Gon didn't trust him, didn't think him capable.

This could not be further from the truth. Obi-Wan knows how capable Aakin is. How deserving he is of this solo mission.

He just--the spice ring is--it's dangerous. And he'd only wanted to make sure that Anakin was safe. That the mission was going well. And now--

"What are you doing?" are not the words he meant to say, but they're the only ones his mind can conjure up when he realizes that his padawan is not simply holding him against the wall but is in fact grinding against him. Carefully, mechanically almost, but impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. "Anakin!"

He doesn't mean to sound so scandalized either, but he can't help it. His padawan, who is dressed in severe black mesh clothing that makes him look older and somehow both touchable and untouchable at the same time, is--is touching him. Hand on his throat, cupping his jaw, the other hand on his waist. His eyes are like a heavy brand as well, staring angrily at him all the while.

"You wanna be part of my mission?" Anakin asks him, and his voice is pitched low enough that Obi-Wan has to strain to hear.

"No, I just--I wanted to make sure--" Obi-Wan's words are wet flimsi, and Anakin tears through them easily, hand squeezing once against his throat. When did his padawan's hands grow so large?

"Doesn't matter," Anakin decides for them both and he moves impossibly closer til his voice sounds out right against Obi-Wan's ear. The feeling of it makes him shiver for reasons that Obi-Wan---

Simply cannot think about now.

"See the twi'lek with the blasters on the stairs?" his padawan murmurs at the same moment he uses the Force to move Obi-Wan's hands for him, slotting them onto Anakin's waist.

Obi-Wan really didn't need to know how hot his padawan's skin feels, how sweaty the atmosphere of a club makes him. He really, really did not.

"They sent me down for a reason," Anakin tells him, and nudges him again with the Force, hard enough this time that Obi-Wan gets with the picture and allows himself to push up into Anakin's touch. Move with him, dance with him.

Force, maybe the Council should have banned him from the planet. Maybe they should have banned him from the entire sector.

"Dariao thought I looked bored," Anakin says. "He wanted me to get some action. A present for all the work I've been doing for them, getting to kriff someone on the job."

Obi-Wan's mouth is incredibly dry, and his mind is racing with useless information, like it's throwing itself up against a duracrete wall again and again and again.

"Twi'lek came down a minute ago to keep an eye on me," Anakin whispers, and his hand tightens around Obi-Wan's waist, pushes him closer to his body. Impossibly closer. So close that he thinks--he wonders if they're blending together, becoming one.

It feels good. Obi-Wan cannot believe how good it feels. He can't think about it.

"Probably because they're talking about actual important things now that Set is gone," his padawan says. "But it'll look good on me, if I follow instructions, won't it? Dariao likes a man who can follow instructions."

"I--yes," Obi-Wan agrees because it's what he'd do if he were in Anakin's shoes and was trying to ingratiate himself with a dangerous man. He'd do what he was told--to a point. But that doesn't mean he likes the idea of his padawan finding some club-goer in the crowd and sleeping with her for a mission. He knows Anakin. He knows the importance Anakin has always placed upon such things. "Is there anyone who--who has caught your eye?" he makes himself ask, tilting his head back and away from Anakin so that he can steal a look around the club.

Anakin's laugh is huffed against Obi-Wan's throat. It makes him fight back a shiver--a battle he loses when he feels his padawan's lips slide along the tender edge of his beard. "Yeah," he says and he pulls away for a moment to look at Obi-Wan. His eyes are dark, but no longer with anger. With something else. Something Obi-Wan hesitates to name, as if naming it is committing to it.

"Kiss me," Anakin demands. His Force signature nudges Obi-Wan's again, but he doesn't push him forward. He just waits, eyes dark, eyebrows furrowed, lips wet. "You wanted to be part of my mission," he reminds him quietly. "So kiss me or blow my cover."

Obi-Wan--doesn't have much choice. Or if he does, his brain certainly isn't allowing himself to think of other avenues of action. No, his mind is caught by the glint of wetness on Anakin's lips, the cut of his padawan's shirt, the challenge in his eyes.

Obi-Wan leans forward and kisses him. He doesn't have much choice, but he's at least able to admit, in the sudden quietness of his own head, that even if he had a dozen choices laid out before him, he'd have craved this one the most.

[everleighriveraogden]

"Do I not look like the type who can play beer pong to you or something? Is this a challenge you really want to take on?" Everleigh asked, her lips tugging into a smirk at the situation. "I mean, don't let me stop you but I prefer an honest and open starting field." Though how they had got to this point she didn't know. Perhaps the drinks or maybe the encouragement of the barstaff.

[assortedvillainvault]

Captain Hook,Davie Jones and captain Barbarosa are competing each other who is better captain,has better ship and can loot more treasure.

It’s a tense air that carpets the dark, back corner table the three of them are sat at, bottles in hand.

“Well, obviously, it’s yours truly.” Hook artfully sips from the bottle cradled in his namesake. “Formerly first mate to Blackbeard, immortal scourge of Neverland, a name known worldwide and, clearly-” he sneers a bit, “The one with the most class present. Of course its me.”

Barbossa rolls his eyes as he takes a rough swing of his own bottle, apple in hand. “Hardly.” he drawls. “Yer a coward who couldn’ kill a little ginger whelp and got yerself eaten for the trouble.”

“How dare-!”

“Besides-” Barbossa continues as though Hook weren’t even speaking, enjoying the way the red coated captain’s face was turning purple. “In case yer memory be failin’ ye, I ended my tenure at sea as Cap’n of a pirate armada, more swag in me hold than can be found in most palaces, and only the wrath of Poseidon ‘imself kept me from returning to stalk the waves again. Clearly.” He clacks the bottle against the table in finality. “It be me.”

The third occupant of the table leisurely lights his pipe even as Hook’s temper breaks and lunges across the table, the razor sharp hook just barely missing Barbossa’s throat as the older pirate swears and topples arse over ankles back from his seat. Bottles are thrown, swords are drawn, and Barbossas laugh is cut short as Hook slashes his feathered hat in half – fighting back properly with a snarl.

Jones idly puffs smoke and settles in as the bartenders weigh in against the squabbling captains, blue eyes glinting in the dark. His first mate, Maccus, leans over from another table.

“Uh-” the shark begins. “What’s the question again?”

Jones boredly taps out the ashes and lights another smoke. “Who be the best pirate.”

Maccus blinks. “But we ain’t even pirates. Most a th’ crew were honest sailors.”

“Aye.” Jones shrugs. “Ah dinnae know what they think we could do with looted holds - bar souls - anyway. The Dutchman regrows any damage.”

“And normal folk run screamin’ at port or sea.” Maccus nodded, teeth clicking idly. “...bets on these two?”

Jones surveys the broken furniture and theatrical shenanigans across the room, where Hook and Barbossa posture and swing, evenly matched as the barstaff duck for cover under tables and fallen wall hangings.

“...ten years say’s Barbossa, but only if it dinnae come to pistols. Hook’s a mean shot.”

Maccus grins full of sharp teeth. “Twenty years. Hook’s bloody quick, even if Barbossa’s all bones.”

Thanks for the ask!!

[dreamerlucifer]

*Gross giggling is heard over the phone* YEAH, I’m lookin for a Jack? Is a Jack there?? A Mr. Jack Mehoff???

twitching a bit as he listened to the, if anything else but, odd laughter, that preceeded the call, "Uhmm, Yesssss??, may I help youu??

immediately abliging, the voice ask for a "Jack, and whether or not he may be present.." Now, not one to pry into others' calls, Lucifer merely stated, "Ill check and see if your uhh... Jack, is arou d for you.." Once down, he began calling out for the hotel patron of such name... for 5min to 10min.... until 40 whole minutes had passed!!! and not a single patron Luci was able to stop, had heard neither heads nor tails from the guy... So, feeling a little like he had failed Charlie on this one, he walked over to the phone with a heavy heart....

He reached forward, grabbing it off the sticky bartop... "Ewww", he whispered to himseld, thinking up a good cleaning method for later as he used the bar rag to clean the dingy cellphone-

His heavy hand once again lifted the receiver to earshot, where he was told to check again, just using his surname, well that could have helped from the beginning!! he exclaimed to himself, now annoyed..., "Yess alright, i suppose, IS THERE A JACK MEEO--"

"Ohhh ho, yess, small king himself asked for an openner and im gonna--"

"Sit the fuck down, Angel, what do you want him to go all 'shortking' on yourse--"

"Damnit, Husk!!! He could have been my perfect sugar daddyy...."

Eyes quite wide at this point, Lucifer picked the old phone up towards him once more, however this time... He was listening with precise intent....

The incoherent giggling could ne heard yet again... but only to Lucifer,'s Highly trained ear... He... Was...Furious...!!!!!! but he kept it cool, instead taking the approach of his staff's aid in Magical teleportation... a little hit of a pentagram annnnd Waaalaaaah!!!

To the amazement of the clapping barstaff and patrons alike!!! A giant Fallen Angel fell from the end of the small receiver... And Lucifer smiled a wild grin as all onlookers got to see King O Hell 01 vs Fallen Dickmaster 00...

"So @fatass-adam??" he questioned the now currently face planted Fallen angel..., "Was it all worth it???"

[seshrat]

currently sharing a pub with a german shepard that moves and acts like the most terrified pomeranian you've ever met. barstaff say she's a regular and is treated like a princess. she's just like that by default. i've never loved a dog more in my life

[jungleindierock]

Rebjukebox 2024 - No 1

Here's my first playlist for 2024, it's not gonna be a monthly thing, just once i have 40 tracks i like, then i will share it. So could be one or two or even three in one month and other months maybe none, this is why it's numbered. I am already close to No 2 being finished, cover done, just need to cut down to 40 tracks from the 80+ tracks in the provisional draft playlist. So could share this next week!! These playlists are great way to find new bands and artists and saves us having to post each on sepearatly.

I used to do these just through Soundcloud, but thought i might as well add it to my Spotify also. So i will add two links to the playlist and can use which ever one you prefer.

If your a solo singer or a member of a band, then follow me on my Soundcloud page here, if i like your stuff, i will follow you back, if i don't follow back then sorry but your not my thing. Whatever style of music is fine, i like many stlyes and will take a listen. You should always trust your own ears with music.

You can only follow 2,000 people on Soundcloud, so am limited. But if am following you there, i can see when you share new music, which means you could be added to one of these playlists or the main JIR playlist (one per month). What style of music is fine, i like many and will take a listen.

Enjoy and share, stay free, see you soon with No 2!!

Reb

Ok the links for the playlist:- Soundcloud I Spotify

Tracklist

1 - Paramore - Burning Down the House (Talking Heads Cover) 2 - The Delta Shake - I’ll Be Your Man (Alternative Version) 3 - Anja Huwe - Rabenschwarz 4 - Fat Dog - All The Same 5 - Loupe - Tested Waters 6 - Wynona - Feeling For Edges 7 - Nothing Rhymes With Orange - Friday Is Over 8 - Shannon and the Clams - The Moon Is In The Wrong Place 9 - KAWALA - American Adrenaline 10 - overpass - Stay Up 11 - Camens - Cynical 12 - Cinders - Going Nowhere 13 - Linn Koch-Emmery - Ebay Armour 14 - Grace Petrie - Start Again 15 - Neon Dreams (Ft. Matthew Mole) - The Art of Letting Go 16 - This Rebel - Same Every Time 17 - The Holy - Any Given Day 18 - Soundwire - Shake The Fever (Radio Edit) 19 - The Snuts - Millionaires 20 - Neck Deep - Moody Weirdo 21 - Softcult - Heaven 22 - Lurve - Pesnya O Lyubvi 23 - BARSTAFF - Tracy Island (Radio Edit) 24 - Sasha Assad - Bad Nature 25 - Red Rum Club - Hole In My Home 26 - No Windows - Song 01 27 - Mourn - Could Be Friends 28 - Sunglaciers - Cursed 29 - POND - Neon River 30 - Slow Time Mondays - Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time 31 - Jeen - So What 32 - stillcorners - The Dream 33 - The Marra - Masterpiece 34 - The Hubbards - Hiding & Reading 35 - The Cheap Thrills - Last Orders 36 - Aqualine - No Answer 37 - Torrey - Bounce 38 - Low Blows - Normal 39 - ParisBlue - Remedy 40 - Bombay Bicycle Club (ft. Lucy Rose) - Willow

[clochanam]

the two dozen rich assholes who decided their conversations were more important than the safety of the barstaff tonight during a level red weather alett are responsible for me deciding that aisling isn't insanely wealthy anymore.

[smallsinger5901]

my favourite moments working sundays in an insane pub, in so particular order:

getting so bored in the summer the other waitress (a girl i knew since primary), the entire barstaff and me made a tierlist of letters

a man forgot his coat so me and other waitress left the entire building without telling anyone, ran halfway down the street and handed it back

the place with all the extra freezers was a grimy, rotting shed lovingly named ‘the murder shack’

we also made a bingo card of stuff the owner and chef would say. We won.

barstaff didnt realise we were underage so made us some bloody marys to try. Other waitress takes a sip and says ‘oh no i think its virgin!’. Walks off, takes another sip and goes ‘NVM DEFINITELY NOT VIRGIN’

The first chef quit, and when we got a second one he had the same name. When he quit two months later, the third chef had a different name but everyone called him the other name anyway

when the second chef quit he made a huge scene in the work gc leading to everyone cussing each other out for hours on end

there were candelabras we had to replace with tall candles, but the only way to replace them was to have one person hold the new candle, another hold in place the stand with the mostly burned out older one, and a third person with a lighter to fuse them together

the ceiling leaked so hard we had to avoid seating people in the back areas if it rained

the owner randomly announced we were closing with four days notice to all the staff, turns out he hadn't being paying his taxes and hmrc seized the entire building as recompense.

that time we had a canadian. Crazy.

[s-sputnik-k]

79s barstaff AU: the clones as shit that happens at my mum's pub (part 2)

tup: uh, guys, what's the deep clean all about? it's only wednesday

rex: the owner's giving us a visit tonight, we need this place looking sharp

tup: oh... I know cody's standards are high but I didn't think they were that high

rex: cody's not coming

tup: but... the owner... I thought you said-

fives: cody's not the owner, tup, he's just the manager

tup: ...what?

rex: yeah we're just tenants and staff, tup, legally it's in the owner's name. it's not just us though, he owns all the bars around-

tup: we don't own 79s???

rex: well. I mean, maybe someday we can-

tup: this owner had better be amazing or I- or I'll-

fives, hiding his laughter: or you'll what, tup?

tup, sniffling: or I'll buy it off him

[banrionceallach]

Honestly, not an etymologist and I have no proof, but my first thought when it comes to the etymology of banjax is that it comes from exactly what it sounds like: "bean" and "jacks". Like some poor barstaff checking on the women's restroom and coming back and asking a coworker "have you see the absolute state of the bean jacks?"

Heh. Earliest use recorded is between 1880 and 1930, but the exact origin is unknown so honestly there's a non-zero chance this could be accurate.

[xtinyslip]

“well. well.” a smile appearing on her perfectly red painted lips. “if it isn’t my new favourite blonde.” very true. she had liked her when she saw her last. for once, it had been a fun time and v needed more of that in her life. life couldn’t be all about business or she risked the possibility of becoming her father. the thought alone was enough to make her skin crawl. “what can i get for you? your usual i take it?” already gesturing to the barstaff to tend to their order. it wasn’t like seh wanted to keep her new friend waiting. “is everything alright?” if anyone had dared upset her or dared touch a perfect blonde hair on her head? well, there would be hell to pay.  @daydrcamings

[parkerbombshell]

The British are Coming #674

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[unityforged]

"you've got it," she curts her head, before swiftly moving to order and pay for their drinks. she's quick with it, not wanting to waste more time than she needs to away from her...new friend. though, she certainly hopes there's a chance for them to develop into far more than that. if the comfortable tension between them, the easy banter, the way her heart races and the butterflies she'd thought been killed years and years ago regenerate inside of her was anything to go by, she suspected it was possible. though she wasn't one to ever make assumptions. not anymore, at least. as soon as the drinks are made and paid for, she's thanking the bartender and striding back towards their table, "one vodka soda..." she trails off, tongue pressed between her lips playfully, "and one lager." she'd carries on, as if she has transformed into the barstaff herself. it was one of the many jobs she'd had to get her through her training, so it wasn't far off the mark. "this place has a lovely vibe. i think it's sort of old school, kinda? they've even got a juke box..." she directs ellis's attention towards it. "what five songs could play tonight that would make this night the best night ever?" a simple enough question, but she's genuinely interested, wanting to uncover everything about the other woman.

she smiles as she pictures the situation, even if she has no idea what the other's parents are like. to be fair, what she actualy pictures is just being by percy's side, and that feels already easy and comfortable. "exactly. i'm telling you, it's a whole thing." anyone else would have dropped that joke a while ago, yet their chemistry makes it last way past that. "hear what? i said nothing." she answers, another teasing grin on her lips as she raises an eyebrow at the woman. the way her whole body fills with relief and sparks all at once at the contact shoul worry her, but she decides to put that part of her brain on pause, focusing on her feelings for once. most notably, how she feels weirdly proud to see how the blush now reaches percy's neck, another part of her wondering how far it could spread. she stops the thought, chuckling as she shakes her head before looking back at the woman as she settles in the booth, this time already reaching to take off her jacket in the warm atmosphere. biting her lip at the question, she thinks for a few seconds before she answers. "i'll take a vodka soda, please." she didn't want to go too strong yet, but she was on her night off and wanted to enjoy it, after all.

[seshrat]

clicked on a barstaff posting for our local gay bar and indeed instantly hit me with this