Slaughtered Lamb; Evening; Kara and OTA (MW)
Friday nights at the Lamb were always busy. Not the insane busy you got at the clubs and some of the bars in the City but the nicely packed company of friends and regulars. It might keep Kara hopping but she loved it.
Tonight she had enough people working the bar and the tables that she could mostly come and go as she pleased and was doing so, stopping to talk to regulars, flirt with those that expected it, agree to hear one group of young men play in the hopes they might play some live music sometime at the bar, the usual thing.
But she always kept an eye on the door and the bar in case she was needed.