‘There you go.’ I placed two pints of lager on the counter, and the customer paid for it. With no one else queueing up, I took to wiping down the counter.
My eyes fell on one of the people seated at the bar. I had served them a cocktail about twenty minutes ago. They had hot pink hair in an undercut, and wore a short green skirt and white halter top. Sleeve tattoos snaked up lean, brown arms, and a man had just decided to strike up a conversation with them.
‘What are you?’ the man asked.