WHO: Sam Anders and Mirta Gev WHAT: The phrase 'about damn time' comes to mind. WHEN: closing time at the Lux WHERE: the Lux RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
As the last people finished their drinks, Sam finished collecting glasses and cleaning down the bar. It had been a long night, with at least two stag party groups and three birthdays, all wanting many drinks.
It all meant Sam was eager to finish up at get back to his apartment as he poured the last drinks of abandoned vodka and cocktails down the sink, slamming a tray of glasses into the dishwasher.
There was one last group of men, lingering at the entrance and not quite leaving yet that was giving him some concern. Even with no violence in the club itself, outside was another matter and that was where Mirta came in. Sam's gaze wandered over to the Mando was waiting at the door, a questioning expression on his face as he wondered what she was going to do about the group.