Being a waitress was quite profitable. A lot of tips, and still fun work.

11 o'clock at night. You saw off the last clients when five soldiers suddenly broke in. It was obvious that they were drunk, but one of them was already barely on his feet. They approached one of the tables, falling apart on it.

«Excuse me, can I have you?» The guy asked, the one who is higher than all five.

The second guy, the most drunk, looked at you, poking his finger at you. «I want her.» suddenly he said when the third guy, his friend, hit him on the head. «Shut up.»

The fourth and fifth silently looked at you with a dispassionate look.