a reaper and his charge - tyler

[Phoenix Ray Kontis]

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yes i know i'm going to hell in a leather jacket. all i can do now is sing a song of faded glory while you sit there looking great and making me horny. how could you be, be so perfect for me? take all your fears and all your tears and lock them up tight i got your back in this neverending night

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It wasn't a very busy night tonight which was odd for being a Friday night. Perhaps it had something to do with the upcoming holidays. People who were new to New Haven would spend the holidays locked away in their houses, depressed about the loss of their families and traditions that they never really got in to when they were alive but that their parents had tried to push onto them. All the regrets of their former life refarding their families tended to crop up around this time of year. It was something that Reapers had to be aware of simply because they needed to help their charges the most during this time. Phoenix only had one dependant charge this holiday season, which was all well and good in his eyes. He didn't think he could take two melancholy charges at one time. Or more, like his friend Rowa who had three.

Phoenix straightened up his desk in his office once again, it seemed to always be changing arrangement. He supposed once he found something he liked, he'd stick with it for a few days and then change it again. He rose from his chair, moving out of the office and down the hallway past the bathrooms and into the bar itself. The hallway came out right next to the bar, so he simply ducked under the counter and headed towards the only bartender working that night, he'd sent Bri home seeing as how it was so slow. He smiled at Tyler and sat down on one of the few barstools behind the bar for the bartender to relax on when he or she wasn't busy. "How we doing tonight, Ty?" he asked, leaning against the bar himself as he watched the other male.

Tyler was one of Phoenix's charges, his first charge, in fact. But that was a while back. Tyler was independant now, he only checked in with Tyler whenever he could or whenever Tyler needed guidance and came to him. He smiled warmly at the other male, turning his gaze to look around the bar slowly. "Kind of slow tonight isn't it? May close up early if we don't pick up soon..." he stated absently before turning his gaze back to the other male. "What are your plans for next week?" he asked, watching him carefully, wondering if Tyler did have any plans for Christmas or if he was going to be on his own for the holidays. If so, Phoenix would likely invite him back to his own house for the holidays. No one should have to be alone on Christmas if they didn't want to be.

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date: dec. 20, 2013

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[Tyler Aeric Powell]

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[atrb=width,300] [style= position: relative; top: -8px; left: 1px;] [/style] Oh, he's under my skin, Just give me something to get rid of him. I've got a reason now to bury this alive. Another little white lie. Oh my permission to sin, You might have started my reckoning.[style= letter-spacing: 3px]I've got a reason now to bury him alive

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Tyler sang softly to himself as he cleaned up behind the bar, moving product around as needed in-between getting drinks for the few people sitting at the bar, flirting with a few of them, like usual. You had to work for good tips, after all. Of course, Tyler was one of the ones who never had to work too hard for tips. He was attractive, and he knew it. He was very confident about that. Well, okay, so maybe there were some insecurities he would not talk about; but, he was human. It was to be expected. Tyler smiled and set a glass of water down next to a guy that had been drinking quite a bit. "Easy, now, hon. Don't overdo it, yeah?" he said with another charming smile before going to clean up a vacated spot. While he might not have had to worry about something like alcohol poisoning or anything, he still worried about the customers drinking too much and doing something stupid like driving. While nobody could die again, that did not mean there were no possibilities for serious injuries. He was very big on calling a cab for people who needed it when he worked the bar. He swore softly under his breath in a rambled mix of Spanish and German when he realized the difficult customer he was cleaning up after did not leave any sort of tip. Those were the people he hated, the ones he worked his ass off for to make them happy, and they did that. It was much too slow to be dealing with that crap. They'd had maybe a dozen or so people flitter in and out where there would usually be a lot more. Then again, it was a... Well, okay, no. Tyler was not exactly sure what day of the week it was. It was just a slow day.

He flicked his hair out of his eyes and glanced over toward his boss at the sound of the man's voice, smiling softly. He liked working for Phoenix. He had been Tyler's reaper all those years ago. Okay, so it hadn't been that long; but, it was long enough that Tyler was independent and no longer the scared, seventeen-year-old kid that he had been when they met. "It's... slow," Tyler said in his typically soft voice, raising it just enough to be heard clearly over the music playing. "We've had a few more people in the last hour, but still..." Tyler was not a fan of slow nights. They were just that... slow. It meant it would be that much longer until he could enjoy his evening. He did not have anything planned, never did, really; but, that was not the point. It was normal to look forward to being off shift. "Next week?" Tyler questioned. What was so special about next week? He was highly confused for only a few moments, until he remembered. Christmas. Right. It was almost Christmas. It sure did not feel like it. Maybe he should start keeping better track of the days. Well, he definitely did not plan on spending it alone. He had his cats and dogs, but that was about it, really. He was not sure that counted. Still, that was better than just being alone. "Oh, uhm, right... I don't really have any plans. Probably just watch stupid holiday movies with Das Kind," Das Kind being his pets. Ty rolled his shoulder in a shrug. He was working over at Appleebee's on Christmas Eve, which would be great because of the holiday pay; but, other than that he had no obligations. He did not have a whole lot of friends, and the ones he did have, well, he did not fancy intruding on their holiday plans. No, those movies sounded like a great idea. "What about you? Are you opening this place on Christmas?" Ty felt kind of bad at that thought. If Phoenix was going to spend the holiday there, Tyler might just join him. It would be better than letting the guy stay there with the drunks that would wander in.

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