by Wanda Johansson » Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:28 pm
Wanda eyed the bartender who had been giving her lip. After a bit, she ordered him into the backroom. She was gone for about five minutes and returned without the bartender. A quick call had a fill-in bartender on the way and she picked up a drink of her own. It did nothing for her in the grand scheme, but she liked the taste and it made her stick out less as she watched the dance floor of the club. She sipped at the drink and pushed a stray hair back into place. Not everyone here was mortal and that was fine, so long as they behaved themselves, but that didn't mean she had to take backtalk from mouthy employees.
((Open))