<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/187a/mfz6utjfq59eiy06g.jpg)<div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div>Hmmm. Figuring I wasn't heard with all hub-bub about birthdays and people showing up, I head back behind the bar and set about finding the necessary ingredients for my hotty toddy. I'm still sort of an unofficial employee here right? Maybe I'd better look into<strong><em>making</em></strong>it official, since my former boss disappeared somewhere in Romania.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8fe1/483jy3i7yaj3fc56g.jpg)</div>It doesn't take long, but apparently long enough for several more people to wander in.<br/><br/>"Steffy!" I chirp, almost giggling.<br/><br/>My temp bar duties now temporarily done, I hustle out and greet her with a *kiss*<br/><br/>"You came! Wasn't sure if you were or not! Need a drink?"