Who: Susan Bones and Open
When: Monday, 9:30ish at Night
Where: Bottle of Bones Pub
What: Who needs a drink?
Warnings/Rating: We can just say there might be language at some point.

It was another reason that Susan was so glad that her pub wasn't set up near Diagon Alley. There was no paint to clean up, nor was there any paperwork to fill out. Oh no, all she had to do that day was flick on the lights and set the glasses right. Before she unlocked the doors to open for the day, she had spent an hour or so with her pointe shoes on and the music playing loudly. At around noon, she flicked the neon sign "Open" sign on and flicked the locks open.

Her day was normal. A few normal customers throughout the day. Some people from out of town that kept commenting on the weather and other silly things. When 5:15 hit, those who worked nearby came in for their normal drink. It was also when some of her employees wondered in for their shifts. Pouring drinks, making jokes, listening to the woes of others. It was her job, and she enjoyed every second of it.

Around nine, the employees left after helping clean up after the rush. The last of the regulars filed out with a hefty tip, a wave goodbye and mentions of seeing her tomorrow. Only a few customers remained. Some author that was going through a terrible writers block. She took another whiskey and a clean ashtray over to him. One couple was accompanying another on a first date and Susan smiled at the thought. Then her normal four older gentleman sat there playing cards. She rarely ever gave away free drinks, but for them she took over a round of lager.

She went back to cleaning some glasses and going to the back to start refilling what was sold for the day. The bell over the door made a noise and she dried her hands on the black skirt she was wearing. "What can I help you with?" Susan asked before she even looked up and recognized the face.