>>2348520The bar didn’t have or need a name; it was the only in town. What else did a hundred people need? The place had capacity for over thirty people if we counted the bar and that was basically always enough except for two particular festivals.
Customers came and went; far too many to keep track of them. Teson Village’s alcohol was almost unbearably sweet according to foreign customers when they did show up, as we fermented tropical fruits to make it. I thought it tasted fine.
The place was soon booming with people and I could hardly hear myself think. The talk of the town was the passing of a poor old man who died of natural causes; he had been a widower for twenty years and it was just his time. Sad as the news was, it didn’t sour the mood much; tips were generous and after two young regulars arrived with a lute and a pair of drums, the noise intensified and the dancing started.
Whenever that happened, I did my best to stay out of sight. Drunk patrons couldn’t help but to invite girls to dance, our clientele was predominantly male and we waitresses were prime targets. I was a great dancer, I thought… yeah, I was; the point was that it was dangerously close to seducing, I couldn’t do it with so many around.
Today the music started early, they usually saved it for late evening or even the nights; it meant I would have to deal with them for longer than normal.
Peelar made his first move of the day. He jumped out of the kitchen with an agile roll befitting a rogue and ran straight for his favorite target; young and clumsy Reena. Reena was too busy holding two beers with each hand to do anything about it when her skirt was flipped. A rosy pair of panties made its appearance, the girl shrieked, a boy giggled, the Patrons celebrated and the day went on.
