The bar was empty by ten. Between Caspian and me, we’d served maybe thirty drinks and that included all the gin Olivia drank. Even I knew that was a meagre turnover.
“Let’s close down,” Caspian said, flicking off the lights in the main area. “Can you lock the door?”
“Yeah, sure.” I walked around the bar, passing Oliva on my way. She wasn’t asleep, but she didn’t look very far off. The suspended bottle of gin was a lot emptier now than before she came in. I’d seen that before.
Hesitation swirling through me and I lingered behind her. This wasn’t my business. She was my boss, if she wanted to drink until she passed out, that was her problem.
I weaved past her and started clearing the bar. A crate of empty bottles needed to be moved to the stock room and fridges had to be refilled. The fl
