There always managed to be a small section of customers that seemed to just always be sitting there no matter how long the night had gone on. Focusing on them while there were others waiting to get blackout drunk would ruin her flow for the night but occasionally she had to wonder if they were just resilient or something else was wrong. Especially when every time she turned around there was a solid 50/50 shot there may or may not have been a glass there in the first place.
Although maybe tonight was a bit worse, given the individual's bright hair was hard to miss. Pink like that could give Dorothy some good competition. Or just make everything equally as blinding. But that was an intrusive thought for another time...
"...Hey, you need a refill?" Or was this going to turn into something different real quick. Despite seeing most of it all some things did still manage to surprise her...
@clematised