One drinker sits at the bar, finishing off a stout from two galaxies away. Broken glass, crisp packets and mud cover the floor from last night's boozing. I hope she doesn't mind me tidying up around her.
I have finished for the evening. We tried to tidy up throughout the shift, but there are dirty cocktail napkins and glasses on every table, muddy footprints on the floor. I will be cleaning for a good few hours yet.
