Johnny couldn't deny that it would have been nice to have a bit of a guide post. So he nodded. The nod was small and brief. He could accept it, he didn't have to like it. The squeeze to his hand alerted him to the way that he was being. As Mary walked away, he chastised himself and got to fixing the rest of the drinks she needed.
They were all ready by the time he got back, except the one for the new customer. He'd saved that one for last so she'd have to come back one more time.
Not that he'd tell her.
"I'll keep an eye on your tables, just in case." He promised, sliding the second tray, this one much fuller, toward the other side of the bar. He'd gone so far as to place a napkin with the table number written in pencil on it over the tops of the drinks so she'd know what went where. A lot of alcohol looked the same in this black and white world.