Jan 17, 2020
☓ open. location: crunchies, night.
Though she tried to ignore it, her eyes refused to keep checking the clock on the wall as it slowly counted down to 1am. She was just finishing with wiping away the stickiness on the bartop---anything to kill time---when she was flagged down.
“What can I do for you, sugar?” she chirped and tossed the rag back to the sink behind the bar. “If it’s a drink you want, you’ll get it if I can make it in--” her gaze shifts back to the clock for a moment, then returns, “--three minutes’r less.”