You sure you want to do this?
Peter glanced up at the staircase that sat infront of him in the alley, asking himself if he really wanted to do this and quickly realizing that, yes, he wanted to do this.
He stood in a dim alleyway with rickety staircases leading up to the grubby looking apartments. The staircase Peter stood in front of was the staircase leading up the small apartment above Sister Margaret’s School For Wayward Children, the apartment that’s home to the owner of the aforementioned infamous bar for mercenaries.
Despite it’s name, Sister Margaret’s School For Wayward Children, was in fact, an infamous bar rather than a school.
Peter took a deep breath before clambering up the rickety staircase and knocking on the door.
The door opened to reveal a man who’s probably in his mid thirties.
“What do ya want?” The man asked, looking slightly annoyed.
“Uhm… I’m here in regards to the job hiring,” Peter says meekly.
The man looks him up and down judgmentally before speaking.
“You asking me or telling me?”
“Telling.” Peter confirms after a moment of hesitation, gaining a small sliver of confidence.
“How did a teenager like you even find my ad?” The man asks in a mix of annoyance and confusion.
Peter shrugs vaguely, not gracing him with a proper response.
“And just to be clear you do know what kind of people you’ll be catering to right?” The man asks.
Peter nods.
The man sighs deeply, sounding exasperated.
“Whatever… your hired, 7pm to 3am every day of the week except Saturdays, I expect you in the bar at 6:30 tomorrow night to open shop and go over what specifically you’ll be doing and how breaks and pay works” he explains.
Peter nods again, internally happy that he now has a job that 1; won’t effect his side hustle as Spider-Man and 2; won’t effect his unpaid internship at Stark industries.
“I’m P-“ Peter begins before being cut off by the man slapping his hands over his ears.
“Ah, ba, ba, ba! I go by Weasel, in this line of business it’s best not to use your real name, got it?” The man -Weasel- says as he extends his hand to shake Peters.
Peter clasps his hand and shakes it before pulling away. “Yeah, sorry… Is it alright if I think about the whole fake name thing?” He asks quietly.
“Yeah, as long as you think of one eventually, I’d rather not call you ‘kid’ the entire time you work here” Weasel says with a nod before turning and closing the door behind him with a mumbled ‘cya tomorrow’.
‘…that went surprisingly well’ Peter thought as he turned to leave.
While Peter walked back to his foster home he thought about what this job might entail for him.
Will he be a barista? Waiter? Cook? Cleaner? He had no idea.
Only time will tell I guess.