Monday night at the bar - Lance & OPEN
Lance twirled a fifth of vodka in his hand as he moved to pour a basic screwdriver. He grinned at the customer as he slid the drink infront of them and turned to grab a sip of his icewater he kept behind the bar.
It was a busy night, as always. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed a bit before turning back to the people at the bar, trying to identify who needed another drink.