Abia shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t really have too particular a time to close the doors. Generally, on a good night, I wait until the patron number dwindles to only a couple, then I start sending the few stragglers on their way. Other times I’ve had to close up shop early because too many people were getting to rowdy, and I had to have everybody kicked out.”<br/><br/>With a few glances around the room, she could already see some number of people have left the pub. She watched as a few more drunkenly stumbled towards the door, laughing loudly as they made their way out of the warm tavern, greeting the cool, wet night as they made their treks back home, the weather sobering them up on the way.  “It seems like one of the good nights for sure.” She nodded before tilting her head with her glass to her mouth to chug back the rest of the mixed drink. With a sigh, she placed the cup back down onto the wooden table a bit loudly. “I should probably clean up.”<br/><br/>She grabbed Nathan’s empty glass along with her own and stood up from her stool, losing her balance slightly. She laughed as she steadied herself, bracing against the table with her free hand, “Oy! I can’t remember the last time I was this sloshed! Hahaha! Maybe I should hire him to bartend for me if he’s this good at making drinks.”<br/><br/>With a slight sway in her step, she headed over to the bar, slowly and carefully, when she stopped and turned towards him, remembering the empty rooms, “oh! By the way, you don’t have to go all the way to the stalls to hang your clothes. The rooms are rarely, if ever, filled. There should be an empty room where you can lay your things to dry. No use walking through the rain with your clothes, getting the clothes you’re wearing wet, stripping in the stall, only to just to go back out into the rain naked and get wet all over again.” With a giggle, she winked, “not that that wouldn’t be quite the show to witness, though.”