In which Ben and Anna get to know each other better.
Her wrist hurt, but she was working. She needed something to distract her and serving drunks alcohol was definitely the way to do it. It was a quiet evening -- most people were out and about doing family things for Memorial Day, so the bar was pretty quiet. Most people were drinking free booze as oppose to buying there's here. It was easy on her wrist, and she didn't have to worry about the more observant patrons noticing that she was wearing a bit more make-up than usual to cover the bruises the zombies had given her two nights ago.
As far as she was concerned, that was a win-win.
She paused for a minute as she wiped down one end of the bar, refreshing a couple beers and glasses before starting to fix some of the bottles on display behind her. Her mind wasn't on the job, which was another reason why it was good it wasn't busy. All she wanted to do was just do her job, then go home. Or, at least, work until her boss caught her injured and told her to go home.
Whichever came first.
As far as she was concerned, that was a win-win.
She paused for a minute as she wiped down one end of the bar, refreshing a couple beers and glasses before starting to fix some of the bottles on display behind her. Her mind wasn't on the job, which was another reason why it was good it wasn't busy. All she wanted to do was just do her job, then go home. Or, at least, work until her boss caught her injured and told her to go home.
Whichever came first.