Hailey was listening to Max, thrilled he had agreed to have a drink, even if he didn’t want to dress up. All smiles, they stepped up to the counter -- he had found her already in line. “What'll it be?” Her gaze shifting to the woman at the counter dressed as a tavern wench. The dress was damp with beer, the corset tight, and Hailey's eyes unintentionally landed on her cleavage. Quickly, she looked back to Max and began her nervous ramble. “Oh wow, yes! A very accurate garb for a bar wench. 'Wench' comes from Middle English and was a common term for girl or servant.”
“I’ve got a line, dear. What’ll it be?” the server prompted, raising an eyebrow at Hailey, who was now avoiding her gaze. “Two ales, please!” she declared in her most narrative voice, cringing at herself.
Within a minute, the server dropped two giant steins of beer in front of them. Hailey paid for both, and they stepped off to the side with their drinks. “Cheers!” she said, clinking her glass against Max's, not waiting for him to respond before taking a big swig.
“I’ve got a line, dear. What’ll it be?” the server prompted, raising an eyebrow at Hailey, who was now avoiding her gaze. “Two ales, please!” she declared in her most narrative voice, cringing at herself.
Within a minute, the server dropped two giant steins of beer in front of them. Hailey paid for both, and they stepped off to the side with their drinks. “Cheers!” she said, clinking her glass against Max's, not waiting for him to respond before taking a big swig.