<strong>Allison "Al" Garvey</strong><br/><br/>Late.  Late again! she grunted, head down against the rain, running through the evening towards the bar.  She wasn't sleeping much at night; not for the past five years when she got a look behind the curtain and it wasn't any wizard of Oz sitting back there.  Now, Al tried to keep her head down and her eyes everywhere.  She knew...but it was still so hard to believe that the horror stories of childhood could be based in fact.  But, after taking the job as barmaid, Al was pretty sure this wasn't a dream.  If it was a dream, her mind was more fucked-up than reality.<br/><br/>She pulled open the back door, shucked her damp jacket and wound her long hair up into a ponytail, flopping it over and through the band once more to make a messy sort of bun.  She glanced in the mirror on the beam beside the hook where she'd hung her jacket and a shadow fell over her.<br/><br/>"Yer late."<br/><br/>"In some time zones, I'm actually early," Al said, grinning at the other bartender.  She yanked on her apron and made her appearance behind the bar, glancing around at the usuals and the "foreigners."<br/><br/>She moved along the counter, checking to see if anyone needed anything, raising an eyebrow to the man nursing a beer (JJ) and surveying the tables.<br/><br/>The bang on the counter drew her attention.  Arrogant pig, she thought, smiling as she moved down to the man and woman.  "Would you like another?" she asked.