[ frank has taken it upon himself to be something of a barkeeper here. it gives him a way to whittle away the hours and get to know everyone's faces here. when a woman comes in and sits down, he's reaching for a glass as the big brown dog by his side perks up to take her in too. even max looks worried, so he makes an executive decision and pours the woman he'd never seen before a glass of water, sliding it over wordlessly.
if she wants to say something, he'll listen. or honestly, he's just as comfortable in silence. he's a shitty conversationalist for a bartender - good thing he doesn't get paid. ]
bar!
if she wants to say something, he'll listen. or honestly, he's just as comfortable in silence. he's a shitty conversationalist for a bartender - good thing he doesn't get paid. ]