Jordan was tending bar at Overture House. He didn’t often work on this side of the bar, he hired bartenders for that. She was on her break though, and Jordan didn’t mind doing what some would consider menial jobs once in a while. A good boss was never “too good” to do the same work as his employees. That was something he learned from his father. Jordan worked as a busboy when he was child and eventually moved up to serving eventually, and when his parents passed on he took over the whole business. While Jordan was a drinker, he was only an average bartender. He was friendly, and the customers loved him, and that was about all the really matter. That and cold beer.
He walked over to the drafts and poured a beer for a customer. He set it down in front of the person with a wide smile. “Here ya go!” Grabbing the money the man set on the bar, Jordan turned to put it in the cash register and put aside the tip, he saw someone sit down at the other end of the bar.
He walked to their spot, placed his elbows on the bar, dropped his chin in his hands, smiled a toothy grin, and asked, “What can I get for you tonight?”
