The Bell Luna, Afternoon
It was delivery time at the bar. Hank had her clipboard and greeted each alcohol and soft drink vendor personally. Crabman helped sort crates and boxes out while she checked sheets. She would only giggle at the loaders when they dared to flirt with her. Never realizing her own strength, she would swat their shoulders and send them walking away a sore spot and a confused look.
To save Crabman's back, she was hauling the crates of rum to the storage room. Her hair waved back and forth along her shoulderblades. She skipped her way back into the bar.