[BRIELLE IVY LOATES]

The bar was heaving. Whilst it was often busy, particularly on the weekends, it was a rare occasion that the place was so packed people could barely move. Bri knew she shouldn't complain, the taps were flowing, the cash was flying in, and everyone was having a good time - someone had picked the good music on the juke box (not that there was really any bad in her bar) and people were chatting, laughing and a few even dancing, but it was the typical day that she had a barmaid off sick, and her and her only other emploeye were run off their feet.

"Here's your change!" She shouted over the din of people's voices and 80's music booming in the background, handing over the coins to a waiting patron and then turning to the next waiting person... of that there seemed to be hundreds. Bri had almost pasted the smile onto her face at this point, and she raised a hand to wipe her perspiring forehead. "What is going on tonight?" Bri called to her co-worker with a slight incredulous laugh. Her employee shrugged and gave her a look that said 'God knows' with both her hands full of bottles of liquor as she poured out shots.

Bri finished pouring another pint when suddenly a shout went up - then another, and then the crowd of heaving bodies began to sway and she knew that a fight had broken out. "OI!" She shouted, her voice carrying over the noise as people were pushed and shoved, caught in the middle of the drama. "Take that shit outside!!" She frowned, craning her neck to try and find the culprits.