2019-10-18 - Hiring A Bouncer!

The old creaking door announces his arrival before Jericho even makes it completely inside the building. A leather jacket is unzipped once he steps inside, revealing a plain but fitted black t-shirt, while the rest of his attire consists of faded blue jeans and a pair of motorcycle boots. Pale blue eyes scan the room as he makes his way over toward the bar, where a seat is claimed just one over from Mariah, who is given a quick look over as he says with a faint bit of sarcasm, "Doesn't seem like anyone's behind the bar right now, suppose that means its a help yourself kind of situation?" The papers are spared a glance, before his attention shifts back to the woman's face, with a faint smirk upon his own features.

Mariah gives a look up to the man that's entered and there's a bit of a squint to him, "You go behind my bar without permission and I will chase you outta here with a bat." she tells him. "We don't have any customers but Phil and well...he's taking his post night shift nap in that booth." she points out. "Either way, what can I get you? Or were you looking for someone?" the petite blonde asks with a bit of a smile.

A slight chuckle can be heard as Jericho replies, "Duly noted." At the mention of Phil, his gazes follows the pointing finger to glimpse the customer in question, to whom he gives a slight shake of the head before returning his attention to Mariah. "Night shifts will do that to you, I know that all too well. Good of you to leave him in peace." When asked if there is something she could get him, he states, "A glass of whatever happens to be on tap would good, thanks. And I'm actually here about the Want AD that said this place was looking for a bouncer."

Mariah just gives a nod of her head when he chuckles slightly. She was a spritely one, but that baseball bat would scare her regulars. She then slides off the stool to head around the bar and get a clean glass to pour a dark beer into. "His wife tends to be one of those really crazy ones. Likes to toss stuff when she gets up in the morning, so at least he can sleep in peace." she agrees. Then she settles the beer down, "Yeah, we lost our last bouncer to college." she looks wistful. Then she shakes herself and gives a look to him before she offers a hand in greeting, "I'm Mariah Bellerose, owner and all of that." she offers. "Have you ever worked in a bar?" she asks him.

Unfortunately baseball bats don't scare him much anymore. Watching as she gets up and wanders behind the bar, Jericho reaches a hand up to brush a fallen strand of hair from his face before saying, "Poor guy. Can't blame him for preferring to find a booth to catch some sleep in, with that sort of situation at home." When the beer is set down he reaches for it and brings it up for a sip, after which a nod is given. "Thanks." Listening as Mariah recounts the fate of the bar's last bouncer, the drink finds his lips once again, before his free hand reaches out to shake the one offered to him. "A pleasure, Mariah." A nod and then, "Name's Jericho Morrison. And I have; as a bartender, cook, and busser. Never as a bouncer yet, but I've done security jobs for a few other places over the years. Always enjoyed the bar scene more than most other places, so looking to get back into it if possible."

Mariah gives him a look and there's a smile, "Nice to meet you, Jericho." she nods to him. She then leans her hip against the edge of the sink behind the bar and she listens to him. "We don't get a lot of fights or anything like that thankfully. So I don't think it would be a hard job. Unless we get some rowdy college kids in or Hank gets way too drunk." she admits. "We don't really have a benefits package or anything, but pay is decent. I tend to work seven days a week, but I don't expect my employees to do that. I like for people to have lives." she tells him. "Were you looking for part-time, full-time or just weekends?" she asks.

"College kids shouldn't be too much of a problem. As for Hank? We'll have to see about that one, I suppose." Jericho says, taking another drink from his glass afterward. "Part or full-time works just fine for me, I've got no real preference. Either way I'm resourceful, so even if we go with part-time I'd find another job soon enough to supplement." A smile is given as he asks, "If you don't mind my asking, how old are you? I know, I know, asking a lady her age is a culture 'no no', but you seem a bit young to be owning a bar."

Mariah chuckles as she presses her lips together and then parts them to speak, "Oh Hank is a handful, he's our resident drunk guy. He loves to help me with karaoke so he's mostly a big teddy bear, but the guys like to rile him up every once in awhile to watch him pop." she tells him. "I think we can fit you in full-time if you want. We carry a light crew just because this place isn't really the most glamorous and well, I like to pay everyone." she muses. She doesn't really blink when he asks her age, "Ah, it's alright. I'll be twenty six in January. I know I'm young and all, but this place needed an owner." she shrugs.

"A bear's a bear, teddy or not. Poke it enough and it'll react." Jericho states with a slight shrug of the shoulders. "I'll do what I can to keep that from happening though." Nodding he says, "Full-time it is then. If I find something else later I'll let you know and we can work something out for part-time, I'm sure." A faint shake of the head, couple with a long drink are given when Mariah states her age. "Twenty six, huh? Definitely the youngest boss I'll have ever had, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders if this meeting is anything to go by. I'm thirty four myself."

"You are right in the bear is a bear statement, I absolutely agree." Mariah states as she looks to him. "And thanks. It doesn't happen often, but you know, better to let you know in advance. And we don't give him any special treatment just because he's OUR bear." she chuckles. There's a nod to his words, "Sure, if you find something that pays better and things. No hard feelings. And I'm sure we can work with part-time schedules. So I don't see an issue." she tells him. "I'm a hardass sometimes, but I don't give my employees hell. So I might be young, but I'm not going to gloat over being the boss of older people." she muses. "You new to town or been here a bit?" she asks him.

"I appreciate the heads up," Jericho replies, giving her a faint tip of the head. "You got a pen?" he asks, shortly before draining the rest of his drink in one go. "Good to know things are flexible around here." In regards to the question about his being new to town or not he states, "Born and raised, actually. Spent a couple years away from town, but something pulled me back." If a pen can be produced, he grabs a napkin and writes down his phone number and slides it across the bar. "I've actually got to go, but it was a nice meeting you. Let me know when you'd like me to start; that's my number so that you can reach me." He'll wait around for a response before making his way to the door.

Mariah hands over a pen when he asks for it, "Yep. I try to keep some extras around up here. Just because people need them." she admits. "And yeah, we like to try to be easy going." she nods to him. Then he writes his number down and there's a smile, "I'll text you and let you know when to come in for the first day. It was good to meet you, Jericho. Stay safe out there." she tells him before she moves his empty glass to the sink and starts to wipe down the bar.