Rorick
Ryl’s face grew brighter with each customer who approached her. I could see the worry she tried to hide melt away in her shoulders as she stood taller. She moved swiftly behind the bar, not once needing help or slowing down to think about what was needed. I could see when her eyes grew distant for a second, probably probing the thoughts of the little bartender at her side to ensure she was doing the right thing, but her movements never betrayed the uncertainty.
I couldn’t help grin watching her. I caught the other two women watching me here and there and turned down more than a few women who decided to try and hit on me. I flirted with them, but let them know that’s all I was willing to do. Vic approached after a few hours in looking concerned.
“I’m not sure I can pay you to just
