Logan B.
Yelp
I can feel it wrap its black maw around my neck, filled with countless rows of knife edged teeth and fangs it bites. Pressure on the back of my neck, I feel the vertebrae pop and shift with the force. Around my shoulders and against my back its horrible gengrened claws dig in, spreading their infections and poisoning my body. I feel it begin to suck and drink, my essence and energy slwoly leaving my body as it begins to rot from the core outward. I am weak, I helpless against this. The Time Vampire.
I know that probably odds are the world will be ending soon, so I like to come to this place to ignore that likely fact and instead waste money and time. People here like to take pictures of their food and drinks here, because sometime about 10 years ago it became popular to cherish the memories of consumables. I should start taking pictures of every pack of cigarettes I smoke and roll of toilet paper I use if that's the case. It's a campus bar, so its patrons are still happy and full of life and opportunity, they give themselves purpose and so the time vampire turns a blind eye to them. I indeed also have purposeful shit to do but it's never cool to be too busy, so I just roleplay a nihilist.
Dani serves me energy drinks and pizza because she's a good enough bartender to know not to chastise me about my shitty diet. She's cautious and doesn't trust people easily and that's good because most people should be that way; especially with the collapse of mankind so soon around the corner. She'll even serve you if you show up in a denim vest (that very obviously is from forever 21) littered with pins of punk bands your dad listened to and order something douchey for lunch like a BLT and an Old Fashioned. So it's safe to say she's a much better person than I am and also has a really nice smile. If you catch her at the bar tell her a black cat came to you in a dream and told you your luck would increase twofold next sunday. You win a mystery prize.
There's trivia on Monday at 7, I suck at it. Wednesday's they do a pint night which I can never attend at 9. There's some kinda 90's-ish night on Thursdays, catch me there if you wanna see me get so drunk I cry. Every solstice there's a bloodsport fight night, I don't make the rules but the pagans still do for some reason. All of these events are reasons to go here instead of sitting at home cleaning your rifles, double packing your bugout bags, and drinking alone.
The food is good for bar food, there's lots of beer on tap that gets cycled through, and the service is pretty sick too (Dani is great and so is Kevin but I dont get to see him nearly enough). The boss man is also super badass, but like the old gods you only get to know his name once you've basked in his presence otherwise I'd be telling. Also the bathrooms are very well taken care of.
If you want you can find my stool and sit at it, its the one that smells like pennies. The Time Vampire keeps bleeding all over it.
