Bella had walked to the bar after her singing gig, and...it had not gone well. It was bad enough that the audience - mostly Blighters - jeered her, now she had to deal with the owner. "That was bloody worse than last night, and the night before, " he said, irritated tone in his voice. "Make yourself useful, stupid tart," he quickly handed her a tray with 6 glasses of stout. "6 pints the corner table...you know the bleedin' routine!" He gave her a slightly forceful push afterwards, nearly causing her to drop the drinks. "God damn it don't you drop it like last week! " Her stomach turned as she approached the table in the corner, where the crudest, rudest, chauvinistic Blighters in the neighborhood sat. She silently thought that she could do better than this job. She only signed up for the singing, after all. "That's not what I ordered, stupid broad! " one of the Blighters yelled out, then poured the beer on her head. " her face became red, as if she finally had her fill of abuse. She then threw the tray down. "Serve your own damn drinks!!" Bella yelled out.