Noah paid the band, the servers, and the bartender and sent them on their way with thanks from him and assurances from them they’d be available next year.
Once again, he stood with his hands on his hips as he gazed around the tavern. Debris littered the floor, streamers hung listlessly from the ceiling, and napkins and paper plates were scattered on every flat surface.
He yawned and went to the backroom for a large trash bag. He loved nights like this where he didn’t have to think. He’d give the tavern a lick and a promise and do the real cleanup in the morning.
He’d picked up the last of the paper plates and was just about to take a tray of glasses to the backroom when he heard the tapping on the door.
A stray partier looking for more cheer? Or…Gabriel and his lady?
He peeked through
