“Hi there,” Lisa greeted, as she neared the bar.
Mick straightened and turned around. He was a tall man, with a full head of dark hair that stretched downwards into a pointed beard.
He smiled when he saw Lisa.
“Hey Lisa, how you doing?”
“Good, thanks,” Lisa replied, returning the smile.
“We’re expecting it to be packed tonight. I’m just stocking up ready.”
Lisa gulped, “Can I have a cola please, Mick,” she asked politely.
“Sure,” he replied. “Do you want a vodka in it?”
Lisa shook her head, grinning, “No … maybe later.”
She took the drink and gulped it down thirstily. Her nerves were making her mouth dry.
“Is it too early to start setting up?” Lisa wondered aloud.
Mick glanced at his wristwatch.
“No,” he replied. “Its half past six, we’ll be opening in an hour.”
Lisa drained t
