As the night went on of course the service slowed. It had it's little roller coaster moments, those who kept to a different time schedule than others, and then there were the creatures that didn't need sleep--or the nocturnal ones, like Zander. There were less patrons at the tables now, which was good, so the servers could finish cleaning up and get to their own friday business. He could always handle the last few stragglers.
In fact he was finishing up with a lovely little patron who actually didn't come every friday to give sob stories. A sweet, sleepy little old Fae who liked to just come and hang about. Zander appreciated his company in leu of drunken slander and the occasional fight break up. Liquor and shady business didn't always mix well but most of them new Maeve's rules around here. Rarely did Zander have to enforce them. When he did, it was only once. She hired him for a reason.
"Evening miss, what can I get you?" The gargoyle asked politely, voice gruff from the night and the mingling he didn't normally care for, but all in a day's work. He didn't recall seeing her in here before but that could have been due to the other bars in town. Some were just a little more...fancy. And she looked as though that's where she would have been. Wasn't his place to judge though. He just made the drinks and kept the peace.