January 18th, 1895 - 3BS

Kenna much preferred to work the day shift. It was easier to clean up when the inn was quieter and she was left to clean the rooms upstairs in peace, but it wasn't always that easy. The other maid had sent in sick and Kenna, never one to turn down a chance to earn some extra money. When the pub was rowdy though, it tended to make her a little anxious. The barkeep had given her a shallow glass of whiskey to get her to relax and Kenna had downed it quickly, not really one for the taste. It had helped though and she made it through the next hour or so without too much incident.

After avoiding a few unpleasant conversations and one set of unwelcome wandering hands, Kenna wondered if she would survive the night. She didn't think another glass of whiskey was wise, so she was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. After dropping off a stack of glasses at the bar to be washed, she looked out over the room. It was busy, bustling, but nothing outwardly rowdy going on, which was nice. Maybe it was quiet enough that she could step outside in the back for a moment to get some fresh air and catch her breath. All of this running around, after working all day already, was tiresome.

She did another round of the pub itself, picking up a few things here and there, before thinking she could take five minutes. She approached the bar again, leaning over it let the barkeep know she'd be taking a break, when she was bumped into from behind, sending her into the woman seated next to where she was standing. "I apologize," Kenna smiled haphazardly. "Did I make you spill?" She sure hoped not!

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Hazel McPherson

  

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Does Hazel day drink? On special occasions. These special occasions being whenever she had to go to Hogsmead for farm business. Due to the season, she didn't have too much to offer to sell at the market. Some cheese, a few things glasses of milk, and some cured meat. She had completely sold out of items and just had a collection of returned glass chugs. It meant that Hazel could grab a drink. Luckily, Hogsmead had a bar that wouldn't give her weird looks compared to some of the people that buy her wares.

Sliding onto a seat at the bar of the Three Broomsticks, she motioned to the bartender. "Bass, please." With a small nod, the bartender grabbed the beer for her. Hazel did a small nod to indicate she was opening a tab. She was about to take a drink from the pint when she suddenly had a lady end up on top of her. Luckily, she was able to prevent the beer from spilling on her. It mostly was still in the glass. Her hand was just slightly wet.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hands' bit wet" Hazel sighed a little, wiping her hand on her apron. Looking at the beer, she took a hearty swig before adding. "Only spilled a little. I'll be fine."

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Kenna Buchanan