As the last note of the music dies, every patron of the bar is on their feet and clapping their hands wildly. Slightly stunned by the volume of the appreciative noises I look around the room, and slowly begin to realise that during the recital the number of customers has more than trebled. No surprise really! Anyone walking past would no doubt be tempted to come and listen more closely to such a heavenly duet.

The crowd are screaming for more in the hopes that the ladies will oblige, when it hits me that all this yelling is going to make for a very thirsty audience. Looking at the bar, I see poor Louis standing alone, as there is still no sign of Bruce... There is also a distinct lack of servers, just a few aimless looking slaves loitering lethargically.

Grabbing hold of one of the scantily clad minions, I instruct her to run to Mistress Taigan and request that she sends all the staff she can spare to help out in the bar. Then rounding up the other waifs and strays (of the staff) I herd them towards the bar.

Ok, everybody it's an 'all hands on deck' situation tonight! I inform the motley ensemble. After a few more motivational words, I send them scurrying to the four corners of the room... Standing at the ready to take orders. Then I slip behind the bar, tie the obligatory white cloth around my waist and begin helping Louis to serve the masses.

An amusing thought presents itself, as I mix a fruity concoction.

If only my Father could see me now!