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Sundays were, by definition, lazy days. Meredith wouldn't have minded so much if she hadn't been deemed appropriate to throw all Sunday closing shifts on. Bars weren't really the happening place to be on a Sunday, what with people having work and/or school the next day. Still, there were the alcoholics to be taken care of. Or just the depressives, there were a lot of those and they generally made Meredith a lot happier with her own life.
Still, it was slow. There were only a couple people in a booth off to the side and some guy nearly passed out in his glass at the far end of the bar. He'd bought an entire bottle, so Meredith was sure she wouldn't actually be dealing with him for a while. Instead, even if it was technically against the rules (not that there was anyone around to call her on it), Meredith literally hopped up to sit on the bar. She turned to swing her legs against the front and stare alternatively at the goblin shaped clock and dingy walls until the door opened and she at least got to look at a face that she hadn't been shoving liquor towards for the past hour.
Still, it was slow. There were only a couple people in a booth off to the side and some guy nearly passed out in his glass at the far end of the bar. He'd bought an entire bottle, so Meredith was sure she wouldn't actually be dealing with him for a while. Instead, even if it was technically against the rules (not that there was anyone around to call her on it), Meredith literally hopped up to sit on the bar. She turned to swing her legs against the front and stare alternatively at the goblin shaped clock and dingy walls until the door opened and she at least got to look at a face that she hadn't been shoving liquor towards for the past hour.