I can’t get over just how busy it is in here tonight. The queue at the bar is crazy as ever, could be waiting forever just waiting to get served. And if one more person knocks into me I swear I will karate chop someone in the head!

I had already been elbowed in the ribs by some muscly guy pushing his way to the bar, and some other dude stood on my foot, though I should be grateful I haven’t got dainty shoes on tonight or it would have likely hurt a lot more. Esme told me to make a note of what he looked like and if saw...