(OOC: Not to worry, normally I use third person when RPing, I only did first because you were doing it haha)<br/><br/>I listened to the sad story of most of the towns folk, it was a shame really that this sort of thing had happened to them, losing their families and in all likeliness their livelihoods as well in the process, it was a shame. But they were continuing and surviving and that was the main thing.<br/><br/>As the punters filed in, ready to quench their thirst, I picked up the first glass and waited for the orders to come on in. I managed to keep up with the sudden rush, taking peoples orders and then their money when they handed it over, giving them the correct change and then sighing a breath of relief when the last person went and sat down. I had been nervous for sure, but now I felt like I could tackle the people as they came in ordering their drinks for the evening. This was going to be a breeze.<br/><br/>As each person came up for a refill, I tried to talk to them, to get a conversation started, but they were only interested in getting their drink and their change and then going back down and slowly becoming more intoxicated as the night wore on. This didn't bother me that much, I was used to being ignored.