HAPPY HOUR

Welcome to The Den.

"Welcome! I'm Taiga, and I will be your waitress for the night!"

Taiga, a petite figure with striking blood-red hair meticulous locked in a braided bun to keep it out of the way that compliments her clear green eyes, almost appearing grey. Her perfect hourglass figure exudes confidence. Notably, a deep scar on the outer corner of her left brow connects seamlessly with another beneath her eye, telling tales of her past.

In the dim atmosphere of the bar where she works, Taiga's welcoming smile and soothing voice make her stand out, proving that her impact surpasses her height. The skilled waitress, effortlessly brings joy to her guests. Dressed in black leggings and a workplace t-shirt, her attire is completed by a blue apron that highlights her small waist and heart-shaped ass. Her ability to create a positive atmosphere in the bar is as exceptional as her service.

Her customers now were four Platerians, tall and slender creatures with blueish skin and white silky hair, and by the way they looked around it was clear that it was their first time visiting earth.

"Oh my! Your Pluer is perfect!" One of the females in the grouped smiled pleasingly shocked.

" I wish it were! I love the cadence off Pluer, but I couldn't speak it to save my life." Taiga laughed and turned her head just a little bit to show the piece of technology on her ear." I am wearing an universal translator. I was told this is the most accurate one yet and doesn't change neither my voice nor my words." She added a charming wink.

" It is indeed fantastic. We are used to get robotic voices speaking our loved language." The slightest older male offered.

" Here at The Den we do our best to be as welcoming and accommodating as we can." The girl genuine smile beamed as she gave a small step forward the table activating the holographic menu." There's our menu, if you click at any options it will show you a brief description and the list of ingredients used." She showed them moving her fingers with familiar dexterity. " And if you click here, you will be shown the House Rules." She Left that window open moving her hands to a corner at the big table. " Click here and I will receive a ping and come to you right away, " She touched the red button in demonstration. A red light with the number twenty two bipped in her wirist device. "And final, when walking around the bar, stay away from any red pathway lighted on the floor, it's the warning that hot food is coming and going. Nobody wants an accidental burn." 

Taiga helped her customers choose their drinks and went on her way to place the order. She was tired today. The house was full with many different faces and shapes. The Den was the only Bar with galactic permission in the relatively small town and became famous for it's peaceful and prejudice free service. The food was made with love by a retired warrior that came from somewhere in the Orion belt. Shagrat the chef, was a big scarred Orc and cooked with passion. Her boss was human, Derrick took pride in his business and was always around. The ground staff was mostly humans, except for the bartender, a beautiful Arien that always refused to disclose anything personal.

Taiga loved this place. She loved her job and took pride in her service. But above all else, she was grateful. At the age of twenty, she was not supposed to work at any galactic establishment but Derrick broke the law for her a year ago. The payment was good but the best part of it was the fact the the hours were long. More time at work means more time away from her house.

Gliding trough tables serving foods and drinks she was able to forget the hell she lived outside her workplace. A hell she sworn to abandon the minute she was granted majority. Since her father died in the Great Rebellion when she was little, her mother spiralled down on drugs, alcohol and bad men.