Ace's white tee was stained with whiskey, rum from wiping the tables, and the chambord that splashed her while mixing a Red Velvet. "Damn..." She huffed as she ran her fingers through her hair. The girl stood in the restroom, fluffing up for the night crowd. Thankfully she always kept a few spare changes in her work locker. Just in case.
Donning, quickly, a red miniskirt and a black scoop neck tank, she tugged on her boots and checked herself. "It'll do..." She ran her fingers through her hair once more, satisfied with the curls that fell about her face.
The night crowd started early, there was a live band that night so various patrons arrived sooner than later. It enabled them access to their preferred seats before the groupies arrived. Ace didn't mind, meant more tips. And if the band was good, she might even be inclined to kick a few glasses off the bar.
Music played, and drinks were made; regulars popped in and out through the evening. Then in walked him. He was suave, well kept, and tipped well. Not to mention, he was definitely a patron of The Rabbit Hole. "Well how's it hangin' Doc?" She shouted over the music, wide smile on her face. She ran a white rag over the bar where the man was headed, ensuring he had a clean place to lean. She rested her arms on the wood, her chest heaving slightly in the process, "The usual?" Dr. Damian Harris was probably her favorite customer, and she couldn't resist laying it on thick whenever he strolled into her little corner of hell.