Pepper yawned. It had been a slow day so far. She had wiped down the bar so many times that it must have been completely sterile, and the glasses were so shiny that they could blind a pilot and cause a catastrophic plane crash.

She took a sip of her Green Russian (as the owner, she was perfectly fine with taking some of the alcohol for herself) and leaned back, out of things to do besides wait for a customer.