Post by Zakkary Thorne on Aug 30, 2007 10:42:25 GMT -5
Name: Zakkary Thorne
Age: 27
Job Applying for: Owner of Livos
Experience: Zakk has always been a drinker. He's always wanted a place of his own, able to set it up in his own way.
Why should you have the job?: Working with the Dragon's is a very dangerous job. He'll still be keeping that, however, he'd also like to have another source of income for his family. He's grown into a people person, and knows what men want when they go to a bar, after all, He's a dude himself.
Sample of you in the job:
Zakk wiped down part of the bar, using an old rag. The Quidditch game was about to start. Zakk loved the fact he was able to watch Quidditch, and drink at the same time. However, being the owner and all, he really couldn't drink all too much.
An older gentleman walked through the door, Zakk didn't recognize him. "Something to drink?" he asked the old man.
"Firewhiskey." The man replied. Zakk took the bottle pouring it in a small glass. As the old man's shaking hands reached for galleons in his pocket, Zakk shook his head. "S'on the house." Zakk said with a smile. The old man grinned, not many teeth showing. A booming voice came over the television, announcing the Quidditch game's beginning.
Age: 27
Job Applying for: Owner of Livos
Experience: Zakk has always been a drinker. He's always wanted a place of his own, able to set it up in his own way.
Why should you have the job?: Working with the Dragon's is a very dangerous job. He'll still be keeping that, however, he'd also like to have another source of income for his family. He's grown into a people person, and knows what men want when they go to a bar, after all, He's a dude himself.
Sample of you in the job:
Zakk wiped down part of the bar, using an old rag. The Quidditch game was about to start. Zakk loved the fact he was able to watch Quidditch, and drink at the same time. However, being the owner and all, he really couldn't drink all too much.
An older gentleman walked through the door, Zakk didn't recognize him. "Something to drink?" he asked the old man.
"Firewhiskey." The man replied. Zakk took the bottle pouring it in a small glass. As the old man's shaking hands reached for galleons in his pocket, Zakk shook his head. "S'on the house." Zakk said with a smile. The old man grinned, not many teeth showing. A booming voice came over the television, announcing the Quidditch game's beginning.
