The Alibi was packed, more so than usual. Regulars sat on the bar stools that they typically occupied, a group of bikers were playing snooker, and several of the booths and tables were filled with chatter. Kev was practically run off his feet, not even sure where Veronica (V) had got to.

When he finally thought that he had got everything under control and most of the guests were settled with drinks, the door opened once more. A groan left the mans throat and he glanced over towards it. However, when his eyes landed on you rather than the party of god-knows-how-many stepping into the bar, he sighed with relief.

He smiled welcomingly at you as you walked over to the bar countertop. He slid over towards you, wiping down the surface with an old tea towel. “Hey,” the bartender greeted with a slight grin, “What can I get for ya?”