Calmina Looked over her shoulder noticing the young man was straight forward, something she liked in a worker.<br/>"To your right through the back room, we keep an extra barrel each every night. Trust me, you wont be needing it." With a smirk she turned back around and began setting chairs down, each one rickety and old. She checked her watch, it was a quarter to 8 and her chef hadnt shown up. Disappointed she stood quietly huffing, wishing it was any other day than today. Calmina knew why people were ditching work, and she wished she could have to if it werent for the schedule. "Damnit," she muttered, placing both hands atop the table.<br/><br/>After a minute of silence within her head Calmina scooped up another chair and sat it down while promptly taking a seat. Her waitstaff had it covered, most of them chatting away as a few people waited outside for a drink. Calmina looked around, her arms folded on the chairs head as she sat it in backwards, everything calm and dusty in her midst. Nothing exciting happened here, and she almost hoped nothing would.