“The drunks are gone.” She said.
“Well, not gone as in dead or missing, just out of the bar.” Don’t remember why she had to clear the air on that one. But when I look into her eyes and smell her breath, I could tell.
“Wait, what was I saying?” She looked around unsteadily, slightly swerving. She had to hold herself up with a hand on the bar top.
“I think you had a bit too much to drink there, lass.” It’s true, she wasn’t filling my cups right anymore.
“Bartender gratuity should remain in cash, not alcohol. Remember that.”
“Who said what now?” She stammered. Guess this is how the night would end.