Kate ordered a gin and leaned her back against the bar, surveying the clientele inside the Green Swan’s taproom. “You get a mixed lot in here,” she said.
“We do,” Mary agreed. Years of experience behind the bar told her all she needed to know about this customer. The exposed cleavage, the bright ribbons in her hair, the shorter-than-usual skirt and scuffed boots would be sufficient even without the brass button crudely fastened onto the cheap chain around her throat. Everything about her screamed p********e.
“I’m looking for a man,” Kate said.
“There are plenty of men in here,” Mary said, indicating her mainly male customers. “Take your pick.” None of them is too fussy about their women, Mary thought. So you should find a client.
None of them is too fussy about their women, So you sho
