The sun was beginning to set in the west and looking out through the window from behind the bar Jennifer stopped her work to admire the array of colors; soft pinks and bright oranges faded into a daring blue and settled into a hazy purple. She sighed with a smile; tonight was going to be lovely and she was looking forward to when the guests would filter out one-by-one and she'd be able to take a walk beneath the moonlight.

:You're spacing again.: There came a voice that only she could hear within her mind and she wrinkled up her nose, almost in protest. :Not anymore, thanks.: Her response was layered with annoyance and genuine affection - there'd be no reason for the snake coiled around her neck to think that she didn't adore him.

:I think the guests like this outfit better than the last.: Jennifer glanced down at the costume she had picked out for open mic night - the night when all the local performers would come by with their hammer dulcimers and guitars and drums and perform folk and filk songs with the occasional authentic medieval song tossed in - and wondered if perhaps she had gone overboard. She had decided on a chemise with two skirts layered one over the other and a sleeveless over-dress that laced up the front. It wasn't exactly authentic but it gave her the look of tavern wench - she shuddered as she thought that - and Edgar was right - the guests did like the outfit.

She tucked a lock of copper red hair behind her ear and went back to wiping the counter down. Jennifer had to own that she was a fair sight; with waist length hair the color of copper that curled and grey-blue eyes that often unnerved her guests, she was the picture of medieval beauty. She even had curves in all the right places. It was too bad that modern tastes were a different matter.