No one should be day-drinking, so he's shut down the bar. Everyone, get out.

「✧ : 　Purge complete. If I have unfollowed you and you wish to interact, feel free to reclick the follow button and I'll return us to mutual ~

Cautiously peeks into the public ...

The bar will be opened come Thursday evening. He has been quite busy with the increase in human souls sent to the afterlife.

「✧ : 　Am I making a new pinned with a fancy gif and graphics? Hell yes.

There aren't many people on his TL, but those that are ... ... should really put their clothes back on.

The night is still young and he's offering 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀 for the next hour ... Please, 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂. —— [ #MVRP ]

He'd be more than happy to serve her something, if she'd like it. The bar has been extremely slow lately, and he's feeling restless to make some custom drinks. What would she like?

「✧ : 　*AGGRESSIVELY PATS CHEEKS* OKAY, THIS IS IT. THIS IS MY COMEBACK.

Quietly cleaning up the bar ... it’s a slow night and he’s actually a little lonely.

Did someone say drinks?

Quietly sorting his new alcohol into their places around the bar. The restock added some unique flavors to his availability.

Those people are naked.

It is good to see another bartender, but why is he on fire ...?

" ............ Decim." He seems alright. Perhaps the fire is unimportant. He carefully takes the glass and gives it a small taste. ... Oh. Excellent cocktail.

Did he forget to close the door before ...? Ah. No matter. Cleaning up after his last guests wouldn't take long. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I wasn't aware I had not closed the door ..." Strings carefully placed down the furniture back where they belong.

As someone who specializes in cocktails, he knew the signature of an experienced bartender. This fire man 'Grillby' knew what he was doing. "It's exquisite." He gets a nod of understanding.

Once the velveteen chairs had been placed back at the counter, Decim offered an arm toward the stained-glass bartop. "Welcome to Quindecim. Please, have a seat." ... a small "watch your step" sign was placed by a string over a small puddle of unknown liquid nearby.

She was ... rather short, but she appeared to be an adult. Far be it for him to let children linger in this otherworldly bar. "They are my way of managing the furniture," he answered simply as he stepped behind the countertop. "Would you like a drink?"

|| I could see myself coming back to this account.