RandomSouthBloke

The atmosphere of a bar late in the afternoon always seemed to create a kind of fog for Eden’s mind; It had to be a particular kind of bar though. More simple add-on bars in restaurants just reminded her of seeing them on the other side of the room when she went out for dinner with her family as a teenager, or dates with people who didn’t end up liking her. All great memories, truly. Upscale bars on the other hand, the kind of spotless place you had to know somebody to get into, seemed to get on her nerves eventually. Something there was stuffy and gave her tension in her shoulders. And there was always some kind of piano being played that, despite being soft and quiet, seemed to give her a headache after a while of hearing it. Despite the fog it made in her head, she much preferred working in dive bars or sports bar. The way conversations flowed there made a melody of humanity; celebration and lamentation stirred together and was swallowed away like the drinks she mixed for the