[Early evening, Tavern of Hell]
You're still breathing but you don't know why
Life's a bit and sometimes you die
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
It's the fourth time today this song's been on the jukebox and were it a random happenstance, I might not think twice about it. Verdi's picked it each time though and perhaps she's trying to tell us something, an omen of sorts. I chuckle, shaking my head as I pour another round of shots.
Perhaps she's remembered that it's Wednesday instead. Another chuckle and I shrug this time before stashing away the shot group's tip. They're my last customers for the evening and now that my shift's over, the evening stretches before me with glittering possibilities. I grin at Thomas, motioning to the rowdy group. "They're all yours now."
He gives me a less-than-thankful look and I wink at him while retrieving a choice bottle of wine. I want something sweet to savor before deciding my fate for the evening. Dropping myself into an empty chair, I pop open the wine and pour myself a full glass.
[Open to Wanda]