<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3687/wzdc4y17839f5cu6g.jpg)</div>"Sorry Kenzie, I was having  a weird flash back of ... " *blush* "Anyway, h-here you are."<br/><br/>Being behind the bar might be safer, or easier or ... whatever, but I still wonder if I'm ready for it. How long was I spacing out? What an odd memory that was. Locked naked inside a barstool? One that Kenzie was sitting on? *mental groan* I'll never look at bar stools or her the same again.