It was a damn slow day. Which was rare in the last drop. You’d taken up work as the bartender a while ago, and by now just about everyone who came through the doors knew you by name.

The bar was empty this afternoon, and you were busying yourself with some quiet music from the jukebox and cleaning up the tables, toting empty glasses back over to the bar top.

The music was cut by the sound of boots stomping down the stairs that lead up to Silco’s office. You looked up from your work as Sevika came stalking down the stairway, looking as disgruntled as ever. She sinks down unceremoniously into one of the chairs along the perimeter of the bar, grumbling a little under her breath.