It was a good night for Gart's pub! Crowds of people came in to browse, others for the exotic drinks and many for the promise of meeting and mingling with those girls from the eponymous LAW stable.
In addition, there was a rumour and suspicion that other LAW fighters might be present as civilians seeking a non-Japanese experience. But they did not hear it from the narrator.
Gael had inadvertently made a very powerful magnet to attract die-hard wrestling fans in just 2 months while the other plans were being made. And apparently everyone was enjoying it. The export of the drinks and elixirs from the mother shop here were doing very well.
However, not everyone was so good with this idea.
Raechel was constantly cleaning glasses, glasses, jugs; pouring drinks and juggling glasses to make that extra quota of special drinks count.
She made pyramids with the glasses, stirred alcohol, slid each drink and even had to improvise very specific odd requests from customers just to be gentle with them, specifically for today's policies. Bloody Friday. All of this simultaneously and without making a mistake. This was her talent and her hobby.
Delighting each customer with her mastery was the main thing in the pub (as always, the show has to match the quality). But she would have preferred to be somewhere else.
"Tdah!... Next round!" Inside she would be grumbling.
When at last this round of requests weakened and Vin could take a break, she didn't have one - she had to change the empty bottles, fulfil orders brought by the waitresses, keep cleaning the dishes and instruments on the pub and, to top it all, she had to put up with ViVi and Gabriel, who were sitting at opposite corners of the venue. Well away from each other, but with Vin in the middle having to watch their faces.
You'd suspect they'd get on well, but no, the principles underlined in their personalities clashed as much as their wrestling styles and personal preferences. Besides, tonight, Vin's biggest problem was that she signed on to throw punches and throw fans out of the ring when they challenge her in those fun night tournaments, not to serve as a bartender. But it was her mistake for putting that on her resume.
And to add to her night, those two had to take up space near her. One flirts with the whole world as if were an escort while the other just exists, regal as a diva who finds the world insipid.
That's why she hates it when the pub is short-staffed. They must fill in for the missing roles and yes, she gets it, but if some can afford to stay in the ring one night to star in the matches, why can't she do that too if she's so good at it?
But Vin had already done it last month, and today it was her turn to help the pub with her talents as a flairer, and when that happens that's when the customers show up the most. Gael noticed.
And it's flattering, but if she could just get that Pinkette and blonde out of her sight she could be less bitter. serving them was stabbing her pride.
ViVi was really enjoying calling Vin, asking for another drink while getting the weak-minded to tell her about the thousand and one talents she had—or that they thought Viviane had, according to Vin—and how they were waiting to see her next match, and-
Some of her shot spilled onto the pub.
"Oops, I spilled some...wipe it up, please." How much condescension and cynicism can there be in a few words?
Gabriel on the other hand, was doing nothing, just had her green eyes on her mobile, reading her Reddit gossip and digital novels and with a rather harmless drink that had been with her for over 1.5 hours now. Even the ice melted in her jug. In the meantime, someone occasionally asked her for a photo.
The first queen would only respond by giving them a sideways glance before giving them a smile or a nod in confirmation.
Those were the only occasions when Gabriel would make a cute gesture in front of a camera that didn't involve her friend, her girlfriend or a beaten opponent; but they're just photos, these are fans and they haven't asked for anything impossible.
But she was quick to dispatch each photo, polite as far as it went because there was no reason to be rude to anyone, but quick to dive into her own business; while she didn't hate anyone, she didn't let them over-approach her on her time. Mind you, she also didn't let them bother her that much with fan questions or complex requests like going out dancing or anything else. And her aura was pretty clear about that.
This was what irritated Vin the most, these two bitches seemed like everyone needed them, they had their day off and she was in the middle of it, putting up with them. ViVi had earned a kick from Vin, Gabriel hadn't done anything, but she disliked her all the same for everything she earned just by being her.
And now, someone else had arrived asking for the best beer.
She wasn't being explicitly rude, but this someone's voice was irritating, like idols. And she was busy cleaning the instruments, in a bad mood, and she had other orders piling up, from other tables and ahead of this last customer, so...
She opened a bottle of beer, poured it into a large mug, and poured it in front of the newcomer.
"Here." That was all she said before going on about her business.
