She glides to a table, under the weight of an ocean of pitchers and a handful of mugs. Diamonds of sweat sparkle on her brow as she groans the mugs onto the table, laughs off another line and heads back for more. Reynolds stretches his back for a brief moment, a look of fatigue and relief on his face. The waitresses are still bustling about, clearing tables, urging customers to leave by 1 a.m. By Logan City Ordinance, no beer can be sold or consumed in the Owl after 1.
Police officers do random checks to make sure the bar is in compliance.
Once everyone is gone, the employees take a moment to catch their breath. Sometimes it takes a few hours. Everything is usually cleaned and put away by two. The workers eventually make their way out to the parking lot, usually in a group to avoid prowlers. Once home, it might take another hour to get to sleep with thoughts racing back to every tray, every order and every comment.