<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JsKkWz0.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Al</strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">​</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">One more sip of my beer, the level of booze in the glass gets steadily lower.  I cast another look around the pub, idly noting that I am the only man present.  Some would consider such a situation fortunate.  Me?  Not so much.  Being the odd man out (literally in this case) makes me feel out of place.  I glance toward Steffy and our eyes meet.  There's a thoughtful, calculating expression on her face, as if she's assessing me, and I cannot shake the feeling that her gaze penetrates the cheerful veneer and digs deeper into layers I would rather keep private.  Am I encroaching on her turf?  I don't want to step on anyone's toes...  I raise the glass in a silent salute and drain its remaining contents, then turn back to the bar just in time to hear Mechelle say that today is bartender appreciation day.  Alright, I can take a hint.<br/><br/>I glance at Jaclyn but she's busy talking to the musician, so I wait for Mechelle to step away then lean close to Taffy and ask in a hushed voice.  "What's considered a good tip around here?"<br/></span><br class="clear_left"/><br/>