Joe had been about to close down the bad for the night as one very late customer came in. Rather than ordering a drink the proper way, however, this one just magically appropriated a bottle and settled down in a corner with it.
Joe frowned, left his place at the bar and walked over to the man.
"Good evening," he said. "I'm Joe, the bartender here. It's called bartender because I tend to the bar, and the orders of the people in it. It's not some self-service facility here, you know."
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Date: Wednesday, 1 September 2010 22:06 (UTC)Joe frowned, left his place at the bar and walked over to the man.
"Good evening," he said. "I'm Joe, the bartender here. It's called bartender because I tend to the bar, and the orders of the people in it. It's not some self-service facility here, you know."