The lights were bright, the drinks were flowing, and everyone was having a grand time.
Within the lively pub, everything outside was kept at bay, leaving only mirth and joy.
Flossie Wright was drinking a cocktail.
Earthquake.
It was quite strong, taste-wise it was just okay.
She wasn't a fan of alcohol. Her tolerance was average, but she did enjoy the hard stuff during celebrations.
The stronger, the better.
"How is it?"
The bartender who had served her walked over, smiling as he asked Flossie.
He was young, handsome, with a head of blond hair that made him quite popular among young girls, his charming smile was his secret weapon after all.
He was obviously trying to gain her favor, yet Flossie didn't seem disturbed.
This young man couldn't catch her interest.
"Mediocre."
Resting her elbow on the bar and her chin on her curved index finger, Flossie gave a rather cold response.
"Mediocre?"
The bartender wasn't surprised.
