It was past 10 pm. A woman was sitting by the bar, she was the only one there, and it didn't look like she was leaving anytime soon.
"Uhmm- Lola." The unsteady voice of the bartender muttered the woman's name in disgust.
The bartender was in a hurry, she had a planned date, but with the way the woman there was busy ordering more shots, the bartender feared she might miss her blind date.
The woman wasn't someone she could just walk up to and tell her she has drank enough because Lola Peterson was her Boss's friend. Lola and her Boss Nancy had been friends more extended than the actual age of the scared bartender.
"Carol, and what are you going to tell me now? Let me guess. There's a hurricane coming this way?" Lola responded to the bartender, slurping her words.
