*Thor*
The same evening, my gaze rams into Gina’s the moment I stride into her bar. It is more crowded tonight, yet she doesn’t look at all stressed. Rather she appears remarkably happy as she glances briefly away, smiles at some guy while handing him a pint of beer, before returning her attention to me. She is in her element here, comfortable and at ease, very much as the ladies I know who flitters around ballrooms, delighted to be dancing and visiting for a few hours.
It had never occurred to me that a she-Wolf would find satisfaction in work.
Looking around the establishment, I notice two men leaving a table near a window and head for it. A pretty blonde barmaid gets to it before me, gathers up the empty tankards, wipes the table, and flicks her rag at a man who reaches for one of th
