Snippet #1896449

Ariel huffed silently to herself as she placed the last drink on her silver tray on a costumer's hand, the cold burning into her skin with a pleasent pain.

Noticing that another costumer had let himself take a seat on one of the stools, she gave her smile to the last man and turned, heading to take the man's order. [I]Where's that lazy bartener of ours?[/'] she wondered with a silent curse. Apperantly, most of the waitress had called in sick today and the few that were here, god knew wherever they could have gone. The crazy man had quickly banished from her mind. They got a show once in a while, so it was something she didn't pay attention to.

On her way, a man's head fell backwards and hit her hip, a laugh escaping from its mouth. She pushed it away, the man got drunk whenever she came here, must have fought with his wife once again, she decided. In a way, she felt sorry for the him. He loved his wife, but she had her temper.

Finally getting there, she stopped at his side. "What can I get for you, love?" She said, her accent slipping out as she spoke. It was somewhat an odd mix of British and Russian. Her eyes flashed to him for a slight second as she looked around, searching for the waitres that worked on the bar.