edinburgh

the bartender is only moonlighting for the xmas break.

one of the cutomers calls out to him as he struggles with the champagne.

he's already had trouble unscrewing the top of the orange juice. he's had to struggle with cashless customers wanting to use fancy credit cards. he only just managed to work out what a martini was. he nearly stumbled trying to get the correct measure for a baileys.

distracted, he looks to the customer. the cork pops out. customers, transfixed, follow the cork's unwavering trajectory.

the bartender loses it. he loses his smile. he frowns. the french girl laughs.

it takes a long time for his cheery scottish charm to set back in. but it does.