Snippet #2010944

Annie came out of the back room once she’d finished dressing in her usual get up, a red and black lace bodice dress that ended at her knees, left her shoulders mostly bare, and showed a teasing peak of her generous bosom, and heard the ruckus coming from outside in the street. Trouble was brewing, that much was certain if the angry and stiff voices outside were anything to go by. She took a quick peek out the window to see who was starting the trouble, and was unsurprised to see her employer, Jan Hass, right in the middle of it. He looked to be schooling his features in a semblance of calm, but Annie could tell from experience with the man and the set of his shoulders he was as steamed as an iron tea kettle. Which of course meant he’d be a joy to work with this evening, she thought with a sigh before turning away from the window. There were customers to take care of after all. Hass might be an unforgivable bean counting, penny pinching, stingy boss, but he still was the one paying her, and she had a job to do.

“Well now, if it isn’t Darby O’Rourke. You must have done alright for yourself today to be dragging your dusty self in here this early.” Annie said with a chuckle as she approached the lone man at the table. “Missy’s not coming in tonight, so it looks like you’ll have to put up with me. What’ll ya have?” She asked with her usual disarming charm. Missy was one of the girls usually fawning over the Irishman, perhaps even a bit more than was professional, when he came in, so he wasn’t one of her regulars, otherwise she would have approached with his usual brand. She knew him well enough by face and name, but not by vintage.