Another day in the bar meant another day of dealing with customers. To be honest, Davina didn't found it that bad — with her natural charm and friendliness, she was able to get along with everybody; even drunk, gross men. She was good at handling them.

The day moved fast when she was thinking about her future. She was going to be an event planner living in London, and she knew it. For now, however, clients called.

"What can I get ya?" she asked with a smile. "A dram o' whiskey, perhaps?"