Tuesday night was karaoke night, and Isobel was expecting a decent crowd to start showing up before too long, but it was still early enough that she had time to herself to finish making the pub presentable. Well, it actually hadn't taken long, as the morning staff had done as surprisingly good job of cleaning. So, really, she had loads of time to herself to perch on a stool behind the bar with a comp notebook on her knees.
Truth be told, she was doing more doodling in the margins than actual writing or even plot outlining, but the squiggly fellow in the bottom corner could very easily represent a protagonist if she gave him his special hat...
She looked up at the sound of the bell above the door and quickly shut the notebook and tossed it on the counter behind her. She wasn't getting very far anyway.