Clearing away a few glasses left over from the rush earlier in the afternoon, he was humming to himself, and along with the music playing in the background. He never chose it himself- which guaranteed that sometimes he could have some tunes he didn’t entirely agree with. Various couples were occupying booths, girls and booze along with them when he looked up at the dark-haired female who had just entered.
Now why did she seem so familiar? He would shrug it off to chance, and just go along with the usual niceities that went along with owning a bar. “Nice evening isn’t it?” Of course every evening was nice for him when he got to see the beauties at his job across the area stripping.