- It was about eleven o' clock at night, by Detta's estimation, which meant that she could technically close the bar if no one came in within the next few minutes. Some nights the bar stayed open until the sun came up, and others it closed as soon as Detta or Pintsize said it was time to close. Since Pintsize was already upstairs sleeping, it was up to Detta when to close the bar. She felt sort of like getting drunk herself, really, so it was likely that she would lock the doors in just a few minutes.
She grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and took a swig. One of the few good things they had found in the old town to the south was a fully-stocked liquor store that had been only partially raided. It seemed that when life and death was on the line, fewer people wanted to get drunk than Detta would have expected. Their loss was the town of Door's gain, however, as Pintsize and Detta had brought all of that liquor back and kept it in a storage area beneath the building. The Blue Flame made their own beer and wine too, but Detta preferred the hard stuff. She had yet to try Redshine, the corn-based liquor the Red Collars made in their own homes and outposts, but her aunt Maylene had said it was a hell of a kick.
The werewolf took another swig of the whiskey and coughed. There was something about the burn of good old whiskey that made her feel at home. Maybe it was because her father had used it on her gums when she was teething as an infant, or maybe it was because she had first gotten hammered on the stuff at six years old when she stole her grannies bottle. Either way, it was good stuff.
Odetta sighed and set the bottle down, pulling the old iron key out of her overalls pocket to go lock up the front door. When she was halfway across the barroom floor, someone entered and she stopped in her tracks. Annoyance dissipated when she realized who it was, and she clapped her hands together. It was always better to have someone fun to drink with, after all.
"Hunter! C'mere! Have a seat! What can I getchya?" she asked, running back over to the bar proper and jumping over it, landing with a thunk on the other side that sounded like it hurt. She popped back up with a grin on her face. If she were in possession of her tail at that moment, it would have been wagging furiously.