She tucked the nozzle into the wound hose. "I work in a coffee and pastry shop, but I wouldn't wish that wake-up call on my worst enemy." She wiped wet hands on her jeans. "My band plays at this place off the strip. They might be looking for a bartender or something. You could talk to the manager."

Could the other brunette see over a bar? A pair of clogs might be in order.

"What do you do now?"