"It's not?" Brendan gave her a suprised look and then smiled, "Kidding. But it's all about practice. Like teaching. You didn't always love working with those kids, right? That sounds more terrifying at first than mixing drinks behind a bar. At least the bar gives you a little protection if they start throwing things in here." He had never been in that kind of situation here at Pearson's, but he did know of that kind of thing happening. Luckily, people were smart enough to leave or they were pulled out by the "door greeter" before things escalated into something heavy.
He nodded with interest, "That's great. That means you found something that you really love. You should definitely stay with it if it's what you want to do." Brendan looked at his watch, even though he already knew the answer. "I have to help close tonight... like I do.. every night." He smiled again, "Why? Trying to pick me up already? You must realize that the bartenders don't really drink on duty, except a few of us." He laughed and saw a customer come up to the bar and look around. Brendan looked back to Mari, "Excuse me a second." He walked away from her and took the customers order. He made a bit of an impressive, stylistic show of filling the order, in case Mari was watching him. After charging the customer, he walked back over to her.