<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div>The blood rushing to her cheeks couldn't be helped.  Chariss put a small hand over her mouth and smiled at his compliment.  She wasn't used to being the one in the spotlight, as her duties behind the bar kept her running for drinks.  Lyari had been the draw of the tavern for years.  The dwarf girl picked up two of the coins and tapped the third with her index finger.  "A good, sturdy drink and room are yours. As for the sturdy woman, you'll have your pick once our lovely owner is done with the current patron."  She chuckled and nodded towards the half-elf girl, who was currently involved with a rather large, brutish creature.<br/><br/>Turning and hopping off her step, the girl went about pulling Damon's pint from the tap.  She returned a short moment later, after giving out a few other drinks to a lithe redhead with a serving trey.  It seemed the bar was filling up, which was wonderful for a winter's evening.  "Here you go, Mister Damon. I'm Chariss, bar tenderess at your humble service. Pleasure to meet you."  She took his hand, which had the size difference of a rabbit shaking hands with a lion.  Her grin widened as she held onto him for a bit too long before letting go.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>A tall, statue of green skin and muscles wrapped in black fishnet and what could be considered a waitress's clothes if not for the lack of covering material stepped from the back of the bar.  Kira yawned and stretched, feeling refreshed.  She looked lazily at the girl less than half her size as she scuttled about.  Chariss looked up at Kira and shook her head.  "Business meeting?"<br/><br/>The orc woman nodded and smiled, her lower fangs protruding like small tusks over her dark lips.  "Long one, too."  She took up a serving tray and opened the bar's small counter door to exit and walk among the patrons.<br/><br/>"Well, next time don't lie on the potatoes. We had to have them mashed for days after the last bag you flattened."  Chariss returned to a tall halfelven man across the bar.<br/><br/>Kira chuckled and walked past a black splotch on the wall.  "Hm, need to tell Lyari about that. Black mold isn't good."  She went to tend the rabble when she realized someone was sitting in one of the darker corners of the building.  She found it odd that it hadn't been all that dark until just that night.  With a shrug she walked over to the man in a black jacket, rolling her hips with every step.  "Evening, sir. Welcome to the Busty Wench. I'm Kira, your waitress. Can I get you anything, handsome?"  She smiled and cocked her head in a thoughtful way, standing with her hand on the table and one hip exposed.