-Looking over his shoulder, everyone and everything walks past him at all sides. The throbbing music, beating at 98 decibels and rippling under the skin, bursting eardrums like sub-machine guns in the ears. Crowded, too, and those flashing lights. He’s alone, but he usually always comes to these places alone.
Eyeing her, he turns his head and doesn’t respond for a few seconds too long.-
Why don’t you make yourself useful and give me something light? It’s been a long day. -It’s not particularly rude, but it could come off that way.-
[Shae raises two incredulous eyebrows at the man. She wasn’t a stranger to rude customers when she was a bartender, but she’d grown accustomed to a nicer crowd since her promotion.]
“Make myself useful,” huh?
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Hey, welcome to Purgatory.
