First ring of the day.... Second. Tenth... Vi would find her days working behind the counter varied very little day to day, and even less week to week. 11th glass... 25th.... 54th... Each of them following the same beats of life in the little get-away of hers. Sometimes they were filled with whisky, sometimes with wine. Sometimes the drunkard of yesterday would come in swearing off the sins of the night before; only to need repentance not hours later. No matter how much the day, the time, the person changed. At the end of it all, it was all the same.
Even when she heard the bell toll once; signaling the mysterious woman's arrival, she was unfazed in the uniqueness of the day. Listening close to her request as she sat alone at the bar. Vi's cloth in hand, removing the last smudge from a clean glass before working on the next. Already had she laid out a clean ashtray for the woman, should she so choose. But still she kept her ears open, in case she was needed for anything; drink or otherwise.
That time wouldn't come, however, until another ring just as unique let itself known with a shake of his hair. It wouldn't have been hard to wager who his pair was. The way he searched the bar and walked toward his caller told the barkeep all she needed to know about this arrangement. A second ashtray greeted the man as he sat. Continuing to work off to the side until he spoke up for her attention.
Her bright blue eyes raised, answering the call. Nodding along affirmatively, she had a pair of glasses already prepared. Able to serve the man no sooner than he was able to light his smoke. She stood, waiting to fill the next order. But kept her ears ready; not only to learn of his role, but her's as well.