Patronizers of the bar had rapidly started to increase, due to the infamous barmaid at the counter. And the latest refurbishing, transforming the bar into a full blown club at night.
And tonight was no different, music and drinks filled the air while sweaty bodies moved together under the bright lights.
"Your best Cocktail." A woman announced, dropping some neatly folded notes on the counter, barely staring at the barmaid while she spoke.
Karla nodded, and proceeded to mix her drink, assessing the woman from head to toe. She was definitely from a family of luxury, or better yet had her share of it growing up.
Right from how she graciously extended her hand to drop the notes, right up to the indifferent expression on her face. {She's barely fazed by the club music.} Karla deduced, pouring her infamous cocktail.
