Ferret? Sure i guess...
Weasel, in all honesty, had been impressed when the kid actually showed up at 6:30 the next day.
I mean, kid shows up out of nowhere, looking like he was dragged through hell and back with his ruffled clothing, scraggly hair and semi-dull brown eyes. Then the kid proceeds to essentially tell him that he's willing to serve drinks for a bunch of 'bad guys' and then leaves without asking any questions.
Sure, Weasel hadn't exactly given him a chance to ask questions but still!
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Peter showed up at 6:25pm, five minutes early, having not done any vigilante-ing in worry of coming in on his first day injured and anxiously entered the musky bar.
He glanced around for a moment quietly, taking it in before someone clearing their throat snapped him out of his curious looking-around.
Weasel stood at the countertop of the bar, looking at him with a mostly dull facial expression, eyebrows raised slightly.
"You gonna just stand there an' stare or what?"
"...uhm... sorry, Weasel, what do you need me to do?" Peter asked after a moment of tense silence.
Weasel looked at him blankly for a moment before nodding, seemingly more to himself rather than the teenage boy in front of him.
"Good, come 'round here, I'll show you some of the more popular drinks an' stuff," The man said gruffly, gesturing for him to step behind the counter.
Peter blinked a few times.
"I'll be making drinks than?"
"Yes, as well as serving them, I just went over that, keep up kid."
Peter nodded slightly, shuffling over to behind the counter.
The next 10-15 minutes are spent with Peter listening and watching intently as Weasel showed him where everything was, how to make drinks, etc...
Then the older man went over wages, working days and hours, things like that.
12$ an hour, from 7pm to 3am AKA 8 hours at night, on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Which leaves Peter with Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday to do whatever he wanted to both during the day and during the night.
Pretty good in Peter's humble opinion.
Eventually 7pm rolled around and Weasel unlocked the bar's door, the mercenary's and other criminals that came here knew the hours by now so there was no need for one of those stupid 'open/closed' signs.
Ever so slowly people began trickling in, most simply giving Peter a curious look but quickly realizing that they did not care who this random teenager was and ordering their drinks per usual. A few questioned Peter, to which he gave the same answer to everyone; 'Weasel hired me'.
Some tried to pry more information out of him, but Peter was especially skilled at dodging questions, i mean honestly, turning away to make drinks the second anyone tried to pry? Truly a genius move.
The night went by slowly, not a lot of people came by, and by the end of it some particularly drunk men had bestowed upon Peter the nickname 'Ferret'.
"Ferret?" Peter asked the mercenary before him.
"Yesss..." The man slurred drunkenly.
"...Why?"
"B'cause... We'sel 's nicknamed Weas'l, an' Ferret's ar' kinda l'ke Wa- We-... Weasle..? Weasels! Yeahhh... Ferrets ar' kinda l'ke Weasels... plus, 's fun ta t'se W'sel." The man stumbled through his slurred words.
Peter just nodded, simply pretending that he had understood that even though he probably only caught like... four of those words.
Overall, a pretty successful first day.
When they closed up the bar at 3am, Peter was informed by Weasel that it was especially slow that night since it was a Friday, and to expect much more people tomorrow. The older man also informed Peter that tomorrow he would most likely be exclusively serving drinks to tables because of how busy it usually is.