Ermentrude piled another dirty glass onto her tray, swinging the jumble up onto her hand to march it back behind the bar. She swerved around a gaggle of rowdy drinkers, being careful to avoid the flailing limbs as a portly fellow regaled his mates with some tall tale. It was a Friday night, and the Inn's bar was packed.
Preferring the calmer week nights, when Erme could spare a few moments to socialize with the guests in the booths and at the tables. She'd taken this job to be around humans - mortals were so fascinating. They were always so dramatic. Everything was life and death, and it was one of Erme's favorite past times to listen to their tales of woe and try to offer her support - no matter if it was wanted, or not. Tonight, though, was too busy for such dalliances.
Erme skirted around the side of the bar and began emptying her overloaded tray into the charmed sink that would take care of the dirty work. She glanced up and over the crowd, trying to determine the room's mood. With the kinds of crowds the Inn drew, it was always a toss up whether the night would go smoothly when it was full like this. Erme never really knew whether she wanted a dust up or not. On the one hand - entertainment. On the other - it created more work for her. Tonight was so far so good. But who knew for long that would last.