Date: 12 April 1999
Characters: Tracey Davis, anyone who wants a drink
Location: Utopia pub
Status: Very Public
Summary: Tracey's getting the hang of pulling pints.
Completion: Incomplete
For every customer who'd ordered a Guinness in the past week, Tracey had taken a few extra seconds to practice the
shamrock. She had an uncle who could do it, maybe she'd ask him to show her how. This particular one was looking more like a bunch of balloons. She sighed and set it down in front of the older bloke who'd ordered it. This was his third, and he smirked when she set it down.
"They're getting better, love."
Tracey rolled her eyes. "Thanks, but they aren't. Maybe I'll have them down next time you're in."
She walked down the bar, clearing empty mugs and offering refills. It was busy tonight, but hardly any familiar faces. Two awfully fit blokes playing darts were the only customers she thought she recognized from school.
The bell over the door chimed and she looked over to see who was stopping in.