Talk:Jumpers
Description from the novella "ONE NIGHT"
‘Jumpers’, a bar whose popularity had spiked to new heights within just the past few years, was usually packed at this time of the evening. However, due to the approaching snow storm most patrons had taken to the drinking festivities earlier in the evening and called it quits to beat the storm back to their house. All that remained was the owner, Jason Weiss (a man of his early thirties, blond died hair with thin rim glasses) and a few of the normal customers. Everyone was treated in the same manor once they stepped through the door into the bar. Jason was friends to anyone who came into his establishment. He’d take the time to stand and talk to them, laugh, joke around and then even treat them to a drink by the end of the evening. It was how he drove his business higher and exactly how he had made ‘Jumpers’ the place that it was.
The establishment itself was fairly modern in style. Neon lights advertising the beer products sold lined the few windows that looked out to the streets. Plastic streamers lined parts of the ceiling, also adorning the name and logo of a draft beer most popular in the area. The bar sat along side the right wall and stretched down along side it to the kitchen and far back wall. Enough space for roughly 45 or 50 people to sit comfortably at, though on most Friday nights the capacity clocked in closer to 100. The middle of the bar sat numerous tables, scattered throughout. And completeing the far left wall was the electronic portion of the bar. Four dart boards, two pool tables and a small stage, usually occupied by local talent as part of Jason’s “Saturday Night Unsigned” program he started a few years prior.
Most of the bar stools had been pushed in, tables wiped clean and glasses cleaning in the dishwasher when Jason had noticed it was 11:30 on the clock hanging above the wall of glasses behind the bar. He brought out freshly clean, and rather hot, glasses from the washer and started placing them in the holders in front of him. A few glasses he set aside, noticing stains and watermarks left by attempting to cram as many glasses in the machine as possible. The clean ones however sparkled in the Christmas lights that Jason’s girlfriend had hung throughout the bar around the beginning of the month. It was also her idea to change the frequency of Christmas music in the MP3 jukebox just to get people more into the season spirit. It worked, some of the time, though most patrons were so caught up in their own conversations to hardly notice the vocals of Mel Torme wishing them a merry little Christmas.
Jason turned to grab the dishrag sitting on the shelf below the counter of the bar when he glanced up at the remaining patrons, sipping away at their glasses and starring blankly at the wall of bottles in front of them. Some had taken up conversation between them, mostly low murmuring of the winter cold that had swept through the town suddenly over the last few days. But amongst the talking patrons, sat one quietly at the end of the bar. Jason looked at him for a few moments, noticing the beer in front of him had only lowered a little bit since the guy ordered it almost 2 hours previously. He sat staring at the glass which he held onto with his right hand.
Jason shook his head and grabbed a bowl of peanuts sitting on the bar. He slowly walked down to the end of the bar and set the bowl in front of the silent man, who hardly moved from his locked stare.
“Hey buddy, you okay?” Jason asked trying to make eye contact with the man. No contact was made. But out his silence, words quietly seeped out.
“Fine, thanks.” He said.
“You sure? You’ve been nursing that beer for the last 2 hours now. Damn thing hardly has any head left on it. You want another one?”
“This one will be okay, thanks.” The man finally shook himself out of his dazed state and leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his hair with his right hand. Jason’s gaze looked down at the man’s closed left hand, which hadn’t moved during his first real movements the whole time he’s been here. A spec of white stuck out the fist, to which the man noticed Jason’s looking. His eyes darted back up to meet the man’s, who nodded his head to acknowledge Jason’s looking. He raised his clenched fist and shook it in the air slightly. “Christmas card.”
“So might I inquire why you’re here on Christmas Day and not at a house with a loved one of sorts?” Jason asked, slightly chuckling to the man’s previous comment. The man paused and raised the ‘Christmas card’ again. Jason knew that the card had something to do with it, simply by the guy’s action. He nodded again. Randombell (talk) 14:53, 13 July 2026 (EDT)
Description from THE GRAVESTONE ENTRIES PART 2
Jumpers is located in the north western part of town, where the skyscrapers don’t adorn the surrounding blocks but at the same time you don’t find small one story businesses. Here medium size structures surround the small two story bar, dwarfing it’s appearance and making it look like any moment the two buildings on either side are simply going to slide over and squash it out of existence.
The neon beer lights shine brightly out onto the street, flashing their pinks and greens on the surrounding sidewalk. The loud muffled sound of rock music almost hurts my ears every time someone steps out the front doors. It’s strange that Logan would pick this place of all to meet at, mostly because it’s a usual hotspot for people in their mid 20’s to hang out at, not someone of Logan’s age.
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I drop down to the fire escape below me and fall into the shadows of the alley behind Jumpers. Proud that I’m perfecting the moving port with every attempt, I turn around and head to the garbage cans beside the back door. A quick glance and I find an envelope tucked behind the can addressed to a Gary Notes, an obvious cover by Logan to conceal who it was really for. Randombell (talk) 14:57, 13 July 2026 (EDT)