Mac watched suspiciously with pale blue eyes, but masked it with a bright smile nonetheless. Tray in hand, she whirled about him, dropping other customers' drinks on their tables and swiping up credits and her tips. "A drink perhaps, or a hot meal?" said the young woman, while she began picking up a table and wiping it down. She was hoping it wasn't the directions to the nearest **+$# house; Macayela wasn't going to get any tips that way.
Not like she was expecting one from a Force user anyways. Miss Black knew those kind. Hell, she worked for one.
Shrugging, she went on her way from table to table, then the bar. From there she deposited monies from the customers, counted her own, and threw back a shot. Jerri, the bartender, turned and winked at her. That was all it took for her to pick up her earnings and move away from the bar... Mac shivered. He was such a disgusting freak and why her Mistress kept him hired was beyond her.
She straightened her dress, tucked back a strand of almost white hair and sighed. It was going to be a long night again. But it was either that or go back to the castle. Mac took the latter.




