"It's so nice here, I can't believe
it, let's have another!"
They
laughed and called the other two over.
"Want more?"
Chucko
lined up the little glasses in a neat row and poured out four perfectly
measured shots. "Chin chin!"
All
expertly downed in one.
"Woah, brain freeze!"
"You okay Alice
"Amazing, yeah, another?"
"One more then – oh, careful
mate!"
The
bottle had crashed to the ground splintering glass over the tiles. Across the bar, heads were shaking at the way
people couldn't control themselves, knocking back the drinks until they started
knocking them off the counters. With a jolt, Alice remembered she was supposed
to be in the middle of serving; Jane and Dave were still standing there
waiting!
"Shorry about thish, but I've eh
forgotten again, whaddahya wan again?" She breathed her words through
sozzled slurs that smelt of 50% proof.
Jane
whispered to Dave "I'm sick of this, I'm leaving the country!"
"I said two tap waters, no ice. A pint of coke, two orange juices one with
ice, one with orange slices no ice, one glass of cranberry with sparking water,"
Dave told Alice
Alice
squealed and jumped. Chucko had crept up
behind and squeezed the flesh above her ample hips getting her ticklish bits,
skipping off before she could retaliate.
She tried to resume her composure and zigzagged her way over to the
fridges to collect the drinks, but she emitted a loud snorty snigger as soon as
her back was turned to the punters. What
did they want again? Oh no, the giggles
were back…
