[Well, the good news is that things have started to shift back into some form of normalcy. The brands are hurting a little less these days, with only the occasional tingle when she's spent too long in the proximity of a Corsair. Business is returning to usual somewhat, and though it hasn't bounced back to what it was, having people visiting the bar has been good for her. It gives her a purpose again when before, she'd felt like she was floundering about with no real sense of direction besides following where her anger led her.
But maybe it's been too much of a relief, and they do say that too much of a good thing can be bad. In this case, it is.
For the past week, Tifa has been burying herself in work. Going over the books and the ledgers, shopping for things, creating new recipes for food and drinks, working on revamping an already perfectly fine menu... When she isn't sleeping, she's working, and surely it's only a matter of time before someone snatches that accounting book out from under her nose as she tries to make the numbers line up. She's spent a little more than they've made, and she should probably get out and do some work outside of the bar to make up for it.
Yeah, maybe that's what she'll do. Take on a bounty or something.
Later. She'll do that later is what she tells herself, as she quickly loses track of the days again. It's only been a few into the week, but when everything starts to blend together, it's easy to.
Whenever Eustace does end up showing up on the Seventh Heaven, she'll be in the middle of serving some customers, carrying two trays in hand with their food and looking just a touch disheveled, her hair sticking out of her ponytail and her cheeks flushed under the heat of the sun...]
🍰 happy birthday.
But maybe it's been too much of a relief, and they do say that too much of a good thing can be bad. In this case, it is.
For the past week, Tifa has been burying herself in work. Going over the books and the ledgers, shopping for things, creating new recipes for food and drinks, working on revamping an already perfectly fine menu... When she isn't sleeping, she's working, and surely it's only a matter of time before someone snatches that accounting book out from under her nose as she tries to make the numbers line up. She's spent a little more than they've made, and she should probably get out and do some work outside of the bar to make up for it.
Yeah, maybe that's what she'll do. Take on a bounty or something.
Later. She'll do that later is what she tells herself, as she quickly loses track of the days again. It's only been a few into the week, but when everything starts to blend together, it's easy to.
Whenever Eustace does end up showing up on the Seventh Heaven, she'll be in the middle of serving some customers, carrying two trays in hand with their food and looking just a touch disheveled, her hair sticking out of her ponytail and her cheeks flushed under the heat of the sun...]