Oct 8, 2018
“She started it.” Elody defended, shaking her head. “’The customer is always right.’ No, sometimes the customer is just a raging bitch. You drink it, you don’t get to walk out on the tab. Especially not for the second time this month.” She reasoned as she poured herself a shot. Before taking it, though, Elody hopped the bar and settled into the stool beside the person she’d been ranting to. “Anyway.” The bar owner said, flashing the other a rueful smile as she leaned over and took back the amber liquid. “How’s your day going?” She asked, as if she hadn’t just been part of an argument loud enough that the business next door surely heard it.