Bloodletter stood behind the bar, polishing a glass.  The place had been about half full for over a week straight.  Thankfully, his species, Pit Imps, didn't need to sleep.  He set that glass aside, dipped the next in lava, an started polishing it too.  If he took to long the metal it was made of might dissolve.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to get good steel pint glasses in this part of the underworld?