Kyle knew her job as a bartender wasn't all that glamourous, nor was it all that interesting, but there were definitely nights that went faster than others thanks to something interesting going on. May as a month hadn't been all that exciting, but that night was making up for it as a group of young men had come in to celebrate something (a birthday Kyle assumed). What made it stand out from a normal party was that Kyle highly doubted most -- if any -- of the men trying to get a drink were of legal age. She'd taken their order but flagged down one of the security to check that IDs were witnessed before makin anything.
Clearly the security didn't care that much because they dismissed her concerns with a confirmation that IDs had been sighted. With that, Kyle prepared the six Washington Apple shots and delivered them to the booth the 'men' had sat down at. It wasn't as if she really cared that much about their ages -- if the security said they were of legal age, then Kyle's duty was done in checking -- but parties of young men tended to be loud an annoying, only ordering the most complicated cocktails just because they had inappropriate names that were funny to order.
As she could have predicted, the shots were taken rather loudly with the group yelling and cheering each other on as each swallowed, but Kyle paid her attention back to the person sitting by the bar, "I'm sorry about them," she hummed gently, eyeing the annoying table once more, "Can I get you another drink?"