Strange Obsession {Open

[Faith McGuire]

It wasn't long after Faith had opened up the Hogs Head for the evening to the folks of Hogsmeade. There was an unusual increase in customers on this night, why she hadn't the slightest clue nor did she mind it. It paid for what was necessary to live and survive. After her divorce, she found that she had to work more hours in order to continue to provide decently for herself. It seemed like life was nearly impossible to live without unless you were well off. Sure, she was well off but just enough to keep her going.

Working every day at five in the evening until three in the morning. Faith made her rounds about the bar counter, she filled drinks and replaced peanuts that people enjoyed eating while drinking, dumping ashtrays for those who smoked. There wasn't nothing like having a drunk talk to you while either cigar or cigarette smoke puffing out of their mouth at the same time. It wasn't a good scent, both smoke and alcohol. How Faith was able to handle the gut wrenching smells that lingered through her business, it was surprising that she hadn't thrown up yet.

It was just that she was so use to it, but hey it was money and she needed it to survive. While serving up a few fire whiskeys and among other drinks, she walked passed a drunk guy who's hand happened to come in contact with her behind. Faith whipped around still with the tray in her hand "Careful lad, you may not have that hand long you touch me like that again." she snipped. The group of guys that sat along with him cheered at what she said, glancing back at the group Faith rolled her eyes and continued on to serve the drinks to the customers in waiting.

Faith made her way back to the bar with the tray dangling down at her right side. It was definitely going to be a long night for her and it was just beginning for her. Standing with her back turned behind the counter, she brushed a few strands of her blond hair out of her face and filled a glass up with fire whiskey. The sound of the door shutting was heard. Faith glanced over her shoulder at the customer that walked in and took a seat. "What'll it be?" she asked turning around placing the fire whiskey down in front of the other gentleman on her left.