We're running on fumes, but we'll make it through the night Who: Maeve and Zander When: December 1st 2017 Midafternoon, after the lunch rush Backdated Where:The Long Way Down
Maeve liked this part of the day. After the lunch rush but before the dinner people mosied in after most of the work shifts ended. She was alert and awake after dealing with the crowd, but not on edge as she wiped the bar down and reorganized things. It was a Friday, so they would probably be busy tonight, and so she had staffed a few more waitresses than the previous day just in case, and they were mostly in a good mood.
They were known for having a cheerful but laid back staff there, partially because of staffing decisions like this. Her people never felt worn thin by the crowds, which were regular enough that they were predictable and easy to prepare for. Briar may be a thief, a conartist and a habitual liar, but her alter ego took care of her staff. You don't steal from people like you, and even if she had more than enough money now she never forgot her roots.
So. She was in a good mood, the place was laid back, there were no disasters during lunch, and the tip jars had been looking very promising with Elly had dumped them out earlier. Plus, Areht Franklin was playing over the jukebox. It was a good day. Off in the corner by said jukebox she heard a glass shatter suddenly and curses in a language even she didn't recognize and snorted, giving a half shrug, "You alright?" It was habit, her hands only pausing for a moment as she eyeballed a still foggy glass, listening for the normal response, "Only my pride!" There. See. Good day saved, no injuries thus far. Even with winter just outside the doors. But that was what weather charms were for, that kept her outside sidewalk free of ice, and the fire going strong. Briar had never been fond of the snow, at least from the outside. Staring at it from the inside wasn't so bad though. It was nice to watch the snowfall through the pub windows, even if she dreaded walking in it after.