Post by Brenna MacKenzie on May 19, 2008 4:46:38 GMT -5
Brenna closed the door behind her. The bells at the top clanked to warn the habitants of intruders, or customers. She half-waved lazily at the bartender, and owner, before heading to the back. There she put on her apron and grabbed her supplies. Brenna headed back out to the front and began wiping down the tables. It was about mid-morning and the tavern was almost abandoned but a few customers.
Brenna sighed, knowing this was one of the days all of the Hogwarts students could come to Hogsmeade. She had usually tried to switch off shifts so she could join them without them knowing how often she really goes there and why. Unfortunately, the girl for today had been sick so Brenna had been taking on all of her shifts, plus the ones she's already had.
Brenna finished wiping the table she was on and moved onto the next. There was a drunk there, probably leftover from the night, who reached out to grab her ass. Brenna slapped his arm away and muttered something unpleasant to him in French. She slowly backed away as he flopped down onto the table, in a deep sleep. His mug of meade had spilled out onto the floor and Brenna glared at the sleeping man. She was unsure of if the man was asleep or dead. Brenna looked over at the bartender helplessly and he just shrugged. She went back to her duties scrubbing the table and when she got to where he was, Brenna pinched a bit of his hair with two fingers to lift his head up. After she was done, Brenna let go and the man's head noisily dropped back down onto the table. She heard a faint laugh coming from the bar area.
Brenna moved onto the next table.
Brenna sighed, knowing this was one of the days all of the Hogwarts students could come to Hogsmeade. She had usually tried to switch off shifts so she could join them without them knowing how often she really goes there and why. Unfortunately, the girl for today had been sick so Brenna had been taking on all of her shifts, plus the ones she's already had.
Brenna finished wiping the table she was on and moved onto the next. There was a drunk there, probably leftover from the night, who reached out to grab her ass. Brenna slapped his arm away and muttered something unpleasant to him in French. She slowly backed away as he flopped down onto the table, in a deep sleep. His mug of meade had spilled out onto the floor and Brenna glared at the sleeping man. She was unsure of if the man was asleep or dead. Brenna looked over at the bartender helplessly and he just shrugged. She went back to her duties scrubbing the table and when she got to where he was, Brenna pinched a bit of his hair with two fingers to lift his head up. After she was done, Brenna let go and the man's head noisily dropped back down onto the table. She heard a faint laugh coming from the bar area.
Brenna moved onto the next table.
