(Not-So) Happy Hour
Reese had been expecting an entirely different scenario when she'd walked into the bar tonight and asked for a simple glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade.
A small bar napkin appears instead. She picks it up and reads the writing on it.
"No. Come on, I've done this already."
Another napkin appears.
After what feels like a severely one-sided conversation, Reese grudgingly rises and slips behind the bar, leaving the specials board blank.
(Don't like it? Tough.)
A small bar napkin appears instead. She picks it up and reads the writing on it.
"No. Come on, I've done this already."
Another napkin appears.
After what feels like a severely one-sided conversation, Reese grudgingly rises and slips behind the bar, leaving the specials board blank.
(Don't like it? Tough.)