“My shift is over,” she argued with the manager, bunching her apron in her hands. But no, she needed to keep working –– overtime for the shifts she missed last week. “This is bullshit,” the girl spoke as she walked behind the bar to the costumer on the barstool. “Okay, looks like you’ve been granted a shitty bartender. What can I get you… a sippy cup perhaps?”
Oogie didn’t go into Downtown Carthay very often, typically he preferred staying further from the actual city. But when he did venture into the city he usually enjoyed going to Gusteau’s mostly because he knew he could get a good stiff drink there. Plus he found it funny when he got to see the bartender smart off to her boss or better yet to one of the customers. “A sippy cup? Aww, are ya tryin’ to flatter me? I thought you were supposed to be a shitty bartender.”













