Eden Mackenzie Durant (panthera_pardus) wrote in whennightfalls, @ 2011-05-09 14:48:00 |
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Monday nights always had a good group of people coming into the bar. Always shifters or weres, looking for a break from the start of the week after a particularly long Monday. It was something Tahnee expected, had been warned about by Hollis when he sold the bar to her. Even now, at three in the afternoon, there were a few people milling about the place with a drink, watching the tv or involved in conversations or just merely drinking for the hell of it. Tahnee noticed there were a lot of drinkers in town, but she couldn't say anything. She'd like a good shot of whiskey most of the time herself... it was why she constantly carried her own flask on her. Tonight was no different, even surrounded by all the beer bottles. Her flask was fastened securely to her thigh. Mainly because it was empty and that was where her "drinks" went when bought by the customers for her. She could refuse, but that wouldn't be polite, and Tahnee could at least be polite in some manners. That wasn't to say she didn't run this place with an iron fist. Tahnee might be a cat, but she could handle the dogs that came in here, no matter how big they were. She was a Texan and she fought dirty. But she had a pretty good relationship with the boys that came through here. There was always the straggler who didn't like answering to a cat in a "dog" bar, but she'd already proven twice before that she could put down whoever she needed to in order to assert her dominance in the place. And she didn't even have to piss on anything to do it. This wasn't Hollis' territory anymore. It was hers. And she was willing to share with those willing to play nice. And most of the time, the guys played nice. So she made sure they had what they needed when they needed it... when she was working, that was. And tonight she was working. She always worked Mondays. For now, though, she passed by Tray Dawson and handed him his beer, scooping up the empty one. No one could say Tahnee wasn't efficient in her job. Even when she didn't particularly have to work in the bar she owned. But the panther enjoyed it. As she passed the trashcan, she dropped the empty bottle into it without looking and slid behind the bar to search for a rag. No need to let the bartop and the other tables go uncleaned just because people were here. They were used to seeing her moving like she was. There was always too much to do and she saved the laziness for when she was at home and lounging in a hot bath or out on her porch. |