"Yeah, just this summer," Rhiannon said. "It's weird, I'm used to frost on the ground by this point." She got Lucifer a couple of shots of tequila and made change from her cash drawer. "How do you shop for Christmas when you're still sweating?"

She gave the newcomer a light smile. The hardest thing about tending bar, for Rhiannon at least, was being friendly and approachable to strangers, especially strangers who stared unabashedly at her thighs. She had been alerted to the fact that her legs were a big selling point and thus knew it was important to emphasize them for tips, but she never got used to making a spectacle of herself. "Hi," she said to him. "What can I get you to drink?"