I’ve seen my fair share of wild nights at the Wandering Oak, but last night takes the cake. It started innocently enough, with a group of rowdy travelers coming in looking for a good time. I, of course, was more than happy to oblige, pouring them pint after pint of our finest ale. But as the night wore on, things started to get a little out of hand. I’m not sure what it was, but something in the air just seemed to spark a sense of reckless abandon in everyone.
I’ve learned to roll with the punches as a barmaid, but even I was caught off guard by the sheer level of debauchery that ensued. I’m not going to go into details, but let’s just say that I had to intervene on more than one occasion to prevent things from getting completely out of control. My dad always says that a good barmaid knows how to keep the peace, and I’m proud to say that I was able to do just that - even if it meant getting a little messy in the process.
As the night drew to a close, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. It’s nights like these that remind me why I love working at the Wandering Oak so much. There’s something about the energy of the crowd, the thrill of the unknown, that just can’t be beat. And of course, there’s the added bonus of getting to see my patrons in all their drunken glory - it’s a real treat, let me tell you.
