“Blah blah blah. BORING.”
The woman rolled her eyes and sighed. “I feel like doing something exciting. Hey! You! Bartender boy. Take off your shirt! Hahahah!” *
Dorn slipped off her stool a little and laughed again.
“Hey lady, calm down or you’re cut off.”
The bartender wasn’t happy with the white-haired customer now. Sure she was nice-looking and flirty but she was stirring up trouble too. Not the good kind either.
“Oh please! You like it when I look at you and throw things!” *
Dorn waved a dismissive hand before passing out. She hadn’t had very much to drink, but Dorn didn’t take into account the complete lack of food for the past two days.
She fell straight forward, banging her head into a table on the way down.
“Oh for cryin’ out loud.”
The bartender muttered and tossed the towel he held over his shoulder while leaning over to look at the unconscious woman. He glanced up at the short guy with the pillow and pointed at him.
“Get her outta here, and I don’t wanna see either of you in my bar again.”
Everyone else in the place continued to drink, throw darts, and laugh among themselves. This pretty much happened every night. The bartender would always kick them out and someone new would come in to do the same thing. It was the usual routine of things.