"Ah...bloody hell! What a mess...", Sean muttered and pointed with both hands at the three broken bottles of wine, whose content were now spilled all over the floor after they were knocked over.
"Watch out next time", he ranted with Reece, the substitude barkeeper, and thrusted a cleaning rag into his hand. He then turned back to the counter.
It was unusually quiet today. Sean wasn't working in the bar every day, but being well patronized at this time was typical for it. Now, only few people were in the dome.
He leaned forward, as he always did and stroke with his index finger and thumb over his well-shaven chin and stared into space, as if he was waiting for something.
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