<div align="center"><strong>Xias Donovan - Waiting for more customers and thinking to himself</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/SPAvatarMask-1.jpg)</div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg3938684#msg3938684">Quote from: Wheresmycow on 26-11-2010, 07:40:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sir, I compliment your ability to select such a fine example of the distiller's art."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Somewhat flattered, Donovan humbly nodded at the curious newcomer.</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg3942559#msg3942559">Quote from: minerva7790 on 27-11-2010, 12:19:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're such a darling, Donovan!" she said, reaching out to brush her fingertips against the cheek of his mask. "Do let me know if I can do anything for you, alright? I always believe that one good turn deserves another..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Sweet Selena's fingertips felt as if they brushed more than the cheek of his mask.  Her voice was like honey spilling from her mouth.  Did she really say what he thought he heard?  Even so, as a gentleman, he should control himself and not take it out of context.  Still... his mind wandered for a moment - before it delved into dark and potentially dangerous territory he forced himself back into reality.  Donovan was still at work and those kind of thoughts were reserved for while in privacy.<br/><br/>So far this evening had been a very interesting one.  He hoped that it would only continue, but for now it was at a standstill.  So far EJ had not shown up, which wasn't unusual, but he appreciated the other bartender's company.  The two of them kept to themselves, and that's what he liked about working with EJ.  Donovan knew that he probably wouldn't show up until later in the night though when it was more crowded.<br/><br/>Since his job as bartender was done with Selena and company, he let them be and sat down on a stool on his side of the counter away from them.  His leg muscles stretched his pant legs as he sat down.  Pretty soon he would need to get a new set of garments.  The cloth that he had used earlier was sitting on the counter top next to him, still clean enough to polish more glasses.  In an apathetic manner he reached for the nearest glass - a pint glass.  Just as his pants did, his jacket sleeves seemed to be far too tightly bounded around his arms.  Since moving to the Pleasure Dome he had gained quite a bit of muscle.  Curious, but anyone would under his circumstances.  He couldn't go out and about as much as everyone else, so all he really had to do was work and come up with exercises to do just to pass the time without wasting away.<br/><br/>The cloth squeaked delightfully as he wiped the inside and outside of the glass.  If the leather of his gloves stuck to the glass, he knew it was clean enough to present to the Queen and King of England themselves.  Hmph, England.  Usually the thought of home could warm anyone's heart - but not his.  There were some fond memories, but just like his thoughts from earlier, this wasn't the time or place for them.<br/><br/><strong>"They plague me...,"</strong> he said in a hushed tone to himself, then continued in his English accent, <strong>"Silly thoughts."</strong></span><br/>