Bartending (ota, tag Castiel)
"Listen, buddy. Do I look like I'm from Coyote Ugly?" Meg asked with a no-nonsense look as she stood behind the bar of The Black Sheep. "No? Didn't think so. So either order a beer or go somewhere else."
Normally Meg would mix drinks, but the man had asked for an overly complicated drink and requested it 'with bartender flourish'. It was also only 2PM which made the request more ridiculous.
She held his gaze stubbornly until the man gave in, ordered a beer, and then slunk off to a booth to drink it by himself. Meg rolled her eyes.
Normally Meg would mix drinks, but the man had asked for an overly complicated drink and requested it 'with bartender flourish'. It was also only 2PM which made the request more ridiculous.
She held his gaze stubbornly until the man gave in, ordered a beer, and then slunk off to a booth to drink it by himself. Meg rolled her eyes.