Tom, Mike, Bar, Malcolm. New and Unusual.
Mike and Tom have both assured Sallie that the spell to add her (Sallie refuses 'turn her' as an acceptable phrase) as co-Barman is painless and simple both, though they both seem to insist on her sitting down before Tom starts in on something that sounds like a pile of vagueness and Latin.
And then it's all Can I get a and Est-ce que je pourrais comman-- and Sallie winks her eyes shut, hard, as if stopping her eyes from seeing slows down the velocity of -- of everything.
"Sallie, are you quite alright?"
Sallie isn't noticing Tom speaking to him, though she hears it perfectly well. She is staring at Mike.
It's like wearing a new dress or pair of pants. Just accept that the material is scratchy and not quite right yet. Let it pass and soon you won't be able to feel it.
"Order's up on three." A little dazed.
Oh, this is going to take a while.
And then it's all Can I get a and Est-ce que je pourrais comman-- and Sallie winks her eyes shut, hard, as if stopping her eyes from seeing slows down the velocity of -- of everything.
"Sallie, are you quite alright?"
Sallie isn't noticing Tom speaking to him, though she hears it perfectly well. She is staring at Mike.
It's like wearing a new dress or pair of pants. Just accept that the material is scratchy and not quite right yet. Let it pass and soon you won't be able to feel it.
"Order's up on three." A little dazed.
Oh, this is going to take a while.