I managed to keep up with the demand for alcohol relatively easy as the time rolled by, Calmina mingled with the locals, catching up with one or two them, I paid no mind, instead keeping his attention on my job, changing barrels with efficiency when they needed changing, which wasn't often and making sure to keep up when people demanded another drink.<br/><br/>With the exception of one or two people getting a little raucous in their activities, people minded their own business and talked like civilized people while they drank, catching up, complaining about the state the town had fallen into since the Company had put that massive monstrosity outside of it, people disappearing, that kind of thing. I caught one or two snippets of gossip, but other than that, it was hard to hear what people were saying.<br/><br/>Eventually, it was time for last orders, so I called out "Last call" to which several people came up and got one final round in, then while people were working their way down their final drink for the night, I tidied up the bar, wiping the counter down and putting the glasses in their case so that they could be taken back stage to be cleaned for the next nights patrons. Once I was done with the cleaning of the bar, I leaned against the customer side of it and stifled a yawn, I was getting tired. Looking at my watch I saw that the time was close to 2am. The time had flown by, which was surprising, I half expected it to drag with it being my first night, and the town had seemed to quiet as well, I thought we would have had half of the customers we had. It was almost like they had come out of the woodwork at the promise of a drop of alcohol.