<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;">"Hi Jaclyn," I smile, happy to see a familiar face, and follow her to the bar, taking the seat she points me to.  "Hello Taffy, Mechelle," I nod to the lady beside me and the one behind the bar, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."<br/><br/>I am not much of alcohol drinker and my knowledge of various drinks is severely lacking but this is after all a bar and partaking should be expected.  Oh well, as a friend of mine said: nothing ventured...  I turn to the bartender, "I'll have whatever you recommend, but not too strong please, I can't stay for long and have to drive back."  I find this excuse to work reasonably well in most situations.<br/><br/>Another patron waves at me from across the room.  Steffy.  I hesitantly wave back.  I've always been a bit self-conscious around witches, especially the the flirty ones, and Steffy took a liking of teasing me at the shop; probably picked up on the vibe, witches are known to do that.  She hasn't been giving me too hard of a time, probably trying to keep a more professional attitude at her place of business, but here, in her natural habitat so to speak, she might be less reserved.  Or maybe not, I don't really know her that well to make an informed guess.<br/><br/>"How have you been?" I turn back to the safety of Jaclyn.  "Happy birthday, by the way."</span><br class="clear_left"/>