Charlie shrugged carelessly. He'd never been one to obsess over cars or motorbikes, although he kind of liked the idea of bikes. He was fine with a broom though. And the whole pretty girls flocking didn't appeal for obvious reasons.
"He's right, it's good, and the rainbows look good too. If you think all the better bar staff can manage it," he said. He'd already decided that he'd need to put on the best bar staff for the three days of Pride and spread everyone else to the other positions. "Also, I'll need lists of everything we decide on to cost it up and make sure we have enough stuff in." If he remembered to tell her this now it'd save having to remember when he'd drunk even more. "Also, I'm pretty sure the bottom is granadine, and there's some midori or something else melony in there somewhere," he said. Best part of a year behind a bar had taught him a thing or two.