"Unless you're hiding a food handlers permit under that top hat, no, you're gonna have to wait to get your drink in the order it was received just like everyone else," Paige said to a very agitated, and intoxicated, Mad Hatter.
I hadn't heard the entire exchange, but it was something along the lines of the Mad Hatter saying that if he went back there he could make his drink faster than she could. Knowing Paige could take care of herself I let her handle it. After being there for about 20 minutes Paige and I quickly came to the consensus that we wouldn't have a bartender and a junior bartender, we were going to split the bar in half and I would take the left side and she would take the right. It ended up being much more expedient than having her do the prep work in me mix drinks. We were m
