As typical Friday nights would go, the bar was packed. For once the usual dealings were smaller than normal due to this night being particular on a βrestβ from βworkβ. Zander liked it because it made the time go by faster, there were less fights to break up, and the local banter could be quite entertaining, pending on the sort of drunk that was around.
Another round for the server to bring over to the table and the Gargoyle could take a moment to clean his counter. Heβd picked up tending easily. Meticulous as he was and perfect for guarding the rules of the Pub, Zander took pouring the drinks and the boisterous environment in stride. He did learn a lot this way after all, and met all walks of life from Summerview. Or even some just passing by.
His watchful gaze made sure the waitress finished the delivery without issue before taking out a clean cloth and some spray to run along and clear the counter. Much to the irking of some regulars, to which he growled back playfully, βWell, see you get more drink in your mouths and less on my counter and I wonβt have to keep cleaning after you ankle biters.β Rag thrown over his shoupeer, Zan took a swig from his water before cleaning some glasses before more tables could order more.