Matthais Zalamea
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The vibration of the bass could be felt through the floors, the music bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit area. People could be found, jumping up and down, throwing their hands up in the air, rocking and turning their heads, bodies mingling with others, dancing like there was no tomorrow on the dancefloor. Some were in deep conversation, standing at the side or sitting on several one of the several couches, almost yelling so their companion could hear them. Others were simple alone, watching the dancing crowd or just quietly taking down their drink by the bar's counter. But Matthais Zalamea was in none of these groups, in fact, he was one of the very few on the other side of the counter.
"Hey, what can I get you?" Matthais practically shouted to be heard as he directed the question to a customer, a friendly smile fixed on his lips, hands resting on his side of the counter, patiently waiting for the order.
The female raised her gaze to Matt and spoke, "Vodka Martini." It was as simple as that, Matt nodded and doubled over slightly, picking up a cocktail glass with his right hand from the shelf underneath and placing it onto the counter's surface, his free hand reached for a bottle, and soon enough his other hand took another. Straightening up, one bottle in each hand, Matt poured the two liquids into the glass expertly, soon placing the two bottles down and with his left hand, reached for one of the many toothpicks stuck into an green olive, plopping it into the cocktail glass. All this was done in mere seconds.
With his right hand, Matt placed the glass towards the female, stealing a glance at her. "Rough night?" He asked. Having been in Falvoria for a few months and working in The Riot every so often, Matt has seen enough faces to know when a customer was having a rough night, that or the frown on the female's face was very visible- something you didn't need to be a bartender to figure it out.
Glancing back over at Matt, a small weak smile formed on her lips out of politeness, "I'd rather not talk about it." She stated, taking her cocktail glass and stood up, "But thanks." She added before turning and walking away from the counter.
A smile graced Matt's lips, shaking his head a few times. Some customers were eager to talk about their bad nights, others weren't too keen. No matter.
Green-grey eyes scanned the bar and soon enough glanced at the side of the counter he was standing on, seeing two of his fellow bartenders only to move to the clock up on the wall just behind him. Eleven PM. It was around an hour before he got off his shift. No matter. Resting his hands on the counter once again, he watched the dancing crowd, all the while, half of his attention was fixed on the people passing by the bar, just incase they needed to be served.
Matt's choice of attire tonight was a dark blue t-shirt with a white shirt on top left unbuttoned, sleeves pushed up just above his elbows. Denim, stone-washed jeans adorned his lower half, worn low, held up by a simple black, leather belt. The band of his red and white boxers visible. His clothing was topped off with navy blue and black vans.
Randomly running his hand through his dark brown hair- which contained blond streaks- a sigh escaped his lips, fingers moving down to his neck, massaging the area casually.
Finally enough, the song ended and moved onto a slower one. The crowd on the dancefloor began to calm down and their moves became less jerky and energetic.
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