Safe and Sane

It had been a long night, full of demanding patrons and semi-competent colleagues. It wasn't physical tiredness that pulled at Mona, but her nerves that were in a rather sad state after a night spent trying to get their waitresses to at least pretend that they were pros and could serve ten cocktails in a row without spilling them somewhere.

"Djävlar," she hissed as she noticed that the barman tonight had failed to get the maintenance on the dishwasher going. She crouched down, skirt riding up her thighs, and opened it to pour some salt in before setting the drain cycle.

She stood back up to find Joakim watching her with an amused smile from the other side of the bar. "What?"