They wear shirts and suits, veins like plant rhizomes winding under their skin, with eyes flickering with light, always maintaining a cold and intimidating expression.
John looked on, feeling quite moved:
The store he built himself, crowded customers, employees each playing their role, and a steady stream of cash...
"Hey, look who it is?"
The beautiful bartender with rough short blonde hair, like a tomboy, pairing a small blazer with a vest and suspenders.
She is Wenna.
The one complimenting the customer's lip piercing next to her is Comlan.
Both are Angelica's regular bartenders, and apart from her, they are the most popular behind the bar.
Wenna picked up a paper towel to wipe the black enamel prosthesis, flipping the washed glass onto a rusted steel rack.
"You came quite early tonight, mercenary. Why are you staring at me? The special of the day is called 'Waves', want to try it?"
John pulled up the high stool to sit down.
