17th Bell, 1st Autumn, 515 AV, at the Rearing Stallion Inn
It was about time, Millie thought, that she found some way to fund her existence on the earth of Mizahar. Ever since renting her room, moving out of the family home, the woman had felt the need for a job, as her funds were not nearly sufficient enough to pay for her lifestyle. So, as Summer turned to Autumn, late afternoon, the woman set out from her home and headed to a very familiar place.
The Rearing Stallion. She knew the place like the back of her hand, and although she had vowed, recently but not so recently really, that she would never step foot in the place again, she realised with a horrible sense of dismay that she didn't know what else to do, she didn't know where else to go to find a job.
She reached the tavern, and pushed against the well-worn wooden door, hearing the familiar creak. The establishment was open all day, but afternoon was usually the quiet before the storm, Millie had found by practice. Technically, it would have been even quieter in the morning, but Millie had woken late, and then lacked the motivation to do anything until later, so here she was.
A few voices were in quiet conversation inside, and the place was already warm, with a log fire gently crackling underneath the low hubbub of voices. It was nice to be back. She wouldn't fall into the trap of alcohol, she wouldn't turn to that as her friend again, but it was still nice to be here. With a broad smile, the woman stepped up to the counter. The bartender Kevith stood there, as stoic as usual, gruff eyebrows lowered over eyes that scanned the crowd, but stopped when they alighted on Millie's form.
"Haven't seen you in a long time girl. Want your usual?" Quickly Millie shook her head, a small frown forming for half a moment, before a smile struck out on her face again. "Hello Kevith! Well, actually... I was wondering if I could get a job here?" She shifted on her feet, and stood taller. "I'm in need of a job, and my first thought was here, as I'm so familiar with the layout", she said, her cheeks shining rosy from her speedy walk in the slightly cooled air. She gestured with her hands, mutely trying to portray her love of the place. A love which was genuine, she really did enjoy the atmosphere.
"Well, it's Millie, right?" She nodded with a cheerful smile, and the man opposite continued, resting his elbows down on the desk. "I wouldn't normally let patrons work here. It's bad practice, I don't know if you'd be partial to drinking on the job..." Here Kevith raised his gaze at Millie, knowing. She blushed a little, but smiled in good grace. "I'm past-.. I'd work hard. And I wouldn't drink on the job, I'm serious about working here."
There was a short silence as Kevith seemed to weigh up her words, and Millie waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that she'd walk away with a job. After a chime, the man broke into a gruff smile, "Barmaid alright for you? We'll get you workin' this evening."
"Ah, thank you Kevith! That's fine-.."
"Get Carmen or Brucila to give you a hand. And any questions, come to me. Oh, and get behind the counter, and in the back room there should be a spare apron. Put that on and you're away. You'll work from now until the 22nd bell, okay?"
Oh! I'm working now. The woman dodged behind the bar, a slight swell of excitement at the fact that she, a mere drinker, was now behind the bar! But that quickly faded, as she went to fetch the apron. She came round the front again, the apron slung over her neck. She could see the two barmaids Kevith had mentioned, and although she didn't know which one was which, she headed over to the darker haired one, waving a hand enthusiastically.