Post by dole on Jun 19, 2012 21:17:01 GMT -4
Breathing deeply the young man entered the bar. Showing his ID to the person at the front door before entering. It was good that they where making sure that he was over eighteen. Why wouldn't they? After all he was a new face in town. Walking over to the bar he looked around, before pulling at his green collared shirt. He wanted to look good as he was looking for a job. He was dressed up in nice clothing, his hair combed and spiked up slightly. "Excuse me. I am here to for a job interview." He said clearly his voice. He was talking to the person behind the counter. The bartender. Maybe they where who he was suppose to meet with and where they where. In his left hand he had a black leather folder with his application, a list of jobs he has worked, and a copy of his business management degree. It might have been over kill, but he really needed a job, as it was he was running short of money, and just had enough to rent an apartment, but not enough to buy food.