( this could be para para paradise )
[ Gino's a fan of a sense of normality. he likes fun and adventure and to change things up, but something familiar to fall back on is always appreciated. especially in certain cases where he feels he needs it. such as being alone on his twenty-second birthday. he realized then that he needed to get back into the swing of something that made him happy, and of course there could only be one answer for that.
he wished himself up the Midgar Blues, the bar he ran with Kallen back on Atia.
since then it's been all fun and games, just like the good ol' days. if there aren't enough patrons he can wish for more, when he runs out of something he can wish it into restocking. it's two years of his working life made simple. and it brings back such good memories. it makes him feel good, too. to be back in his old uniform with the towel over his shoulder and a tumbler in his hand, impressing the fine ladies (and gents) with some handiwork with the bottles. he's never been much of a juggler, but tossing them around and pouring behind his back just to show off, why not. and a downright killer smile the entire time, good lord. it really does feel good. he doesn't need a single drop to feel drunk off the energy in there, even if the place isn't booming. someone who came in picked a good track on the jukebox, pretty jazzy, a nice fit for the low lights and the warm atmosphere.
with everyone currently taken care of, Gino just leans forward on the counter, resting his weight on his forearm and gazes out happily into the lounge. man. he should've started doing this again sooner. ]
he wished himself up the Midgar Blues, the bar he ran with Kallen back on Atia.
since then it's been all fun and games, just like the good ol' days. if there aren't enough patrons he can wish for more, when he runs out of something he can wish it into restocking. it's two years of his working life made simple. and it brings back such good memories. it makes him feel good, too. to be back in his old uniform with the towel over his shoulder and a tumbler in his hand, impressing the fine ladies (and gents) with some handiwork with the bottles. he's never been much of a juggler, but tossing them around and pouring behind his back just to show off, why not. and a downright killer smile the entire time, good lord. it really does feel good. he doesn't need a single drop to feel drunk off the energy in there, even if the place isn't booming. someone who came in picked a good track on the jukebox, pretty jazzy, a nice fit for the low lights and the warm atmosphere.
with everyone currently taken care of, Gino just leans forward on the counter, resting his weight on his forearm and gazes out happily into the lounge. man. he should've started doing this again sooner. ]