by Tereza Rozanov » Tue Apr 14, 2020 7:59 pm
The woman behind the bar adjusts her long skirt and tugs at her vest, her arms tattooed with full sleeves. The phone rings and she takes a few steps towards it. The quiet click noise her steps make might lead someone to believe she was wearing heels, which seems weird for a bartender, but no one ever asks. She picks up the phone, "The Old Bell... Yes... yes... we open in thirty minutes. No, no specials tonight, sorry. We look forward to seeing you." She hangs up the phone and begins wiping down the bar, looking around at the empty tables.