Witch or vampire?

Partynight

"I come home in the morning light,
My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?"
Oh,mother,dear, We're not the fortunate ones,
And girls, They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls, Just wanna have fun."

Girls just wanna have fun, by Cindy Lauper

Music blasted out of the speakers, filling the room with heavily booming basses that had the glasses dancing on the bar counter. The dance floor was crowded and a mass of people pushed and shoved in front of the counter to get their drinks.

It was Saturday night and the Blue Bonnet held a dance party on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. Drinks had been reduced since midnight and the party had almost reached its peak.

Three hours more to go before my shift was over and the bar would close – thank god! Tonight was real hard work and without Jeremy, my part-time bartender sharing my shift tonight, I wouldn't have made it.

„Jer', I need more ice", I shouted.

„Got none", he shouted back.

„Damn it", I murmured and scanned the crowd for Jake, our boss.

He stood in a corner, talking animatedly to a guest and didn't see me waving nor my glances.

„No chance, Helen", Jeremy called.

I cursed inwardly. We desperately needed the ice, but we couldn't leave the counter because of the mass of guests. I took an ice cube and aimed at Jake.

„Are you nuts?" Jeremy asked.

„Got a better idea?" I returned. He shook his head.

„Thought so" I mumbled and wound up.

The small piece of ice landed securely in Jake's collar and he spun around. I waved at him with a big smile, signaling that we needed him here. He excused himself and made his way through the crowd.

„Helen, are you completely crazy?" he complained while he stepped behind the counter.

I opened the ice drawers and pointed to them. „We can't leave, but we need supplies", I said.

„Hey, service!" some guest called from behind.

„Hold on" I replied, signaling him to wait.

„Hey, bitch! Move your ass over here! I want a beer!" he shouted at me.

Jake and I spun around simultaneously and he grabbed the man's shirt collar.

„I don't like your tone, buddy! Apologize immediately or leave", he growled.

The guy gave in. „Okay, okay, I'm sorry, really."

I was already drawing his beer. „Acknowledged", I returned.

„I'll get the ice", Jake said while he moved past me.

„Great, and, I'm sorry", I answered.

„No problem, glad you're such a good thrower." He grinned at me.

Around 2 a.m. business smoothed out and I had time to replenish the liquor stocks in the cabinets. I moved between the storage and the counter while Jeremy kept serving.

Another hour later, most guests had left and just a handful of regulars still sat at the bar, chatting amicably. This was normal business for our area and on a Sunday morning like this, the Blue Bonnet closed around 4 a.m. anyway.