"see you tomorrow, mikey.” the brunette called out as she watched the last customer of the evening part ways. normally weeknights were either a hit or a miss, one night the place could be jam packed from wall-to-wall and the next she’d be able to count the number of customers on her fingers ( normally regulars ). this night, however, seemed to be a miss; which often allowed the crew to close up rather early – and by early one in the morning. dragging a damp rag along the countertop, stevie continued to wipe away the rings of condensation spotted along the bar. she was nowhere near the array of liquors lined up across the back wall which was why the loud smash took her by surprise. “ramzi you motherfucker i swear to god jagger’s going to beat your a –” stevie glanced over her shoulder, but he’d been nowhere in sight. “fuck.” she glanced over towards the hallway leading towards the back, “ramzi ?” / @rcmzi
