Raegan didn't think her job was of any great importance, despite the fact that it was significant enough to be paid for; if she missed a couple customers coming in, it would hardly send her into a panic. The most attention she gave her temporarily empty post was an occasional glance over her shoulder, but for now the bar was more interesting than returning to the dutiful routine of checking coats and smiling for the occasional tip.
Two jobs. Huh. Now that was an idea. "What's it like there?" She'd heard about the bar, of course, but hadn't wanted to push her luck by actually going. Not yet, at least. While Raegan herself didn't work the bar or dance, she knew which paid better. "No," she admitted. "I've never given it much thought, but it looks kind of fun." Except for the fact that I'm underage,, she thought, but kept that particular truth to herself.