Being blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and well-formed highlighted her motion as she rushed behind the bar, serving drinks almost as fast as she received the orders. At four-foot-eleven, the bar rose around her like a giant demanding tribute, but she continuously thwarted the monster expertly pouring and sliding drinks into the patron gullet. Her barmaid repertoire forced a stare, and on return with my order, telling her to keep the change invoked her fake smile. “Thanks.” She returned to mixing and pouring as I delivered drinks to a table of thirsty coworkers.
