[OPEN] she gets the job done

It was the tail end of the lunch rush and the Ugly Pigeon was finally starting to slow down. A big party from a local business had filtered in to the muggle side and had gotten unnecessarily drunk considering the hour. Kenna wasn't one to judge, but Marcy had nearly had a break down when she found they had not tipped. She had to pull the slight blonde aside and give her a rousing pep talk, along with the promise of a shorter shift, to get the woman back out there.

But they were back on track. Wizards who filtered into the bar stopped to great her behind the bar, before leaning against double doors on the other side of the bar, slipping onto the side where they were free to use magic. As a home design enthusiast, it only bothered Kenna a little to have the open floor plan ruined. But behind the bar, she was able to slip between both halves without slipping through a wall. It had made her dizzy the first few times around, but after three years of managing the place, Kenna was as comfortable in the Ugly Pigeon as she was in her own skin.

She slipped through the kitchen, pausing at the pass to pull down some tickets and remind Louie to fire appetisers for table seven. She hurried into the office, shuffling through paperwork until she found the invoice she was looking for. She slipped through again and caught her host, handing him the invoice. "The address is on that. If we don't get beef side, we're in a crap place for tonight's service." She ignored Stefan's eye roll and bustled back behind the bar, slipping onto the wizard side and grabbing her abandoned issue of the Prophet, which was folded open to the latest on Ilvermorny.

She shook her head, clucking her tongue as she leaned over the counter in front of a newly seated patron. "Bonkers," she said, tossing the newspaper on the bar. She looked up into the face of the customer and smiled. "What can I do you for, love?"

It felt a little bit strange to be at the pub on a weeknight, and particularly strange to be there without Gilbert. But he had been distant lately. Or maybe she had. Either way, Maude didn't really know what to think about her decision to return on her own before the usual time the waitstaff had probably come to expect.

She was quite stuck in her own thoughts when a copy of the Prophet plopped down onto the bartop beside her, almost as soon as she sat down. Bonkers, indeed. Those poor kids. It hadn't been all that long, really, but Maude couldn't imagine how Maddie was feeling. Really, she should have asked by now. That was another thing to add her her to-do list. Maude had never been very good at checking off items, but when it came to Maddie, Maude knew she had to. Particularly after the scene she and Henry had made the last time Maude had really spent the day with Maddie and her family.

Seeing the kids now and then for work was one thing, but they had been away for school and now they were just... gone. Merlin.

Maude looked up, only minimally surprised to find the redhead standing there. "Kenna," she greeted a little bit unenthusiastically. She was pleased to see the woman who she considered to be a friend, but she was also quite tired. How did simple things like a job she loved end up with Maude feeling so ready for bed?

And yet she was at the bar. Maybe she needed to see someone at St. Mungo's, because her decisions weren't make a great deal of sense anymore.

"Oh, Merlin. Give me something strong, I think."

She planned on sticking to just the one drink, but how often did that plan really work at a bar?

Imogen has almost completely stopped going out.
She was alone in every sense of the word, without family together, without boyfriend, and because she is very focused on her jobs, without some friends with who she would like to speak with when needs society.
This is the sort of life that she created by herself, except disintegrating family, that really wasn't her fault.
After Katrien died, Elizabeth went to live in France with her kids, and since they never had parents, Imogen was left alone in a large family house.
Although the house was huge, Imogen still felt claustrophobic there and that's why she decided to go out tonight even if she only wanted to sleep.

Completely uninterested she walked until she came to a bar. Hmm, is this place here for a long time?
Inside it looked pleasant and therefore she came in and sat down at the first available table.
She looked a bit around and it seems really nice. The atmosphere was cheerful as much better than her house and her life in general.
Therefore, she was sitting here, waiting for the waiter to order a drink, probably something really strong which could help her to be drunk by the end of the evening.

Kenna had no idea it was Maude until the brunette lifted her head. Kenna's lips parted in surprise, but the slight purse at the corners of her lips, forming the slightest dimples were evidence enough of the pleasure at having ran into a friend, her smile brightening and warming her entire expression.

"Maude!" she chimed back. The other woman was already intent on drinking, so Kenna dipped her head. "I can do that." She immediately turned for a glass, reaching for the Bourbon.

She turned her head around as she plopped the sugar cube in, wetting it with bitters. "You alright, hun? Haven't seen you lately!"

She managed to keep her voice light and casual, but her eyes showed enough of her affection for the other woman in an attempt to draw out whatever was afflicting her.

A blonde woman had slipped into the wizarding side, looking very much lost to the whirling world around her. She sat next to Maude as Kenna finished the drink and turned around, setting it front of the darker haired woman and leaning towards the blonde. "Right-o, what are you having?"

It took a few moments before Imogen realized that the red-haired girl is talking something to her.
Lately, it's easy for her to lose concentration and almost always looked as if she was in her own world far away from here.
Just for a moment, Imogen looked at the girl who sits next to her and then looked back down at the redhead.
She frowned for a moment as she thought about the drinks and her lips pursed like a child who's sulking.

"Um, I don't know. Anything strong enough to help me to be drunk by the end of the evening?" she replied quite frankly and then smiled a little.
While she waited for the drink she took the gloss from her purse and absently played with it before she put a new layer on the lips.