Kathrine let out a long sigh. Everyone had cleared out. At 2AM the bar closed and she was left alone with her assistant to count tips and clean any spilled alcohol off the tables. "Close all these damn windows, they're letting the bugs in." She said to John as she locked the doors behind her last customer. Within a few minutes she had buffed all the small tables that were scattered through the place, and flipped the chairs upside down, placing them on top of the table tops. She tossed the rag in John's direction and motioned for him to clean up the bar. "If you wipe that down, you can go home. I have a few more chores to do before I head home."

That was more or less true. While she did have a few more things to do, sweeping, looking at her stock, counting the money, she more-so just didn't want to go home. Her small apartment was nothing but lonely to her, and she had next to nothing to do there. Therefore, she spent most of her time in the tavern, taking her time on any chore to get it done right, and to whittle the time down. 

Kathrine grabbed the key to the back room from behind the counter and went to the back room. This was where she kept spare bottles of alcohol in case she was running low, and in the way back, her cleaning supplies. She grabbed a broom and dust pan before stepping back out of the closet like space. Kathrine had always preferred getting all the cleaning and chores done before leaving. Her dad always had them come in before the work day started to clean, but by then any stains and messes were stuck onto the counters, and it took twice as long to clean up. In [i]her[/i] bar, Kathrine would never have it that way.