A fine day’s wages, I think to myself as I feel the solid weight of the coin gracing my leather bag. Must be this skimpy beaded creation, I note as I look down on what Bar O considers a drink servers uniform. It consists of a beaded halter top cut down to there and a minuscule gold cloth that serves as a cover for my backside - tres chic.

I look over at the woman who greeted me so kindly earlier – Voluptua. She seems to be taking her own advice and having a grand time of it along with her partners in crime. Not one to turn down an opportunity to have fun myself, I fight my way to the bar. I figure that Nefer will come seek me out once the beasts are settled, so I save a seat for her. The bartender smiles at me, “Rough first night hmmm?”

“Well – this place is not dull is it?”

“That is an understatement,” he replied as he deftly mixes drinks. “Your shift over,” he asks.

“Why yes – and I did quite well.” I grin as I shake my money bag. “What do you recommend in the way of refreshments?”

He says nothing but begins to mix a lethal concoction of exotic rums and juices and hands it to me with a big grin on his face. The drink itself is innocent looking, a pretty pink, but once I take one sip I see just how Bar O gained its reputation.

“Whew! That is bound to loosen things up a bit.” I let out a low giggle as I realize just how relaxed I have become. “Well here is to a hell of a night…”

“Bruce.” He offers up.

“Bruce – do me a favor hmmm – keep these coming.” I pour half my tips onto the bar top. “I am Anquat by the way.” I got up from my bar stool and make my way to the dance floor.

You only live once, I always say…