The bartender looked up, the bright light in his door signaling the arrival of another after work customer, stopping to take the edge off before going back home. He was new at the bar, but not a new bartender, so while his tall, muscular enough and perpetual three day beard didn't make him look like he belonged, he didn't look or act like he didn't belong and that was what mattered. It was all about stage presence at the bar, whether it was at a nightclub or a regular hang out more like this place.<br/><br/>He took a look at the woman and was surprised. He hadn't seen as many professional looking women frequent this particular bar, as they usually went to a bar down the street that was a bit more hip. But, seeing his other customers doing fine and finishing his story with one, he walked over to another part of the bar, gathering the ingredients for a few of the more popular female drinks.