*Angelique was doing her usual, mixing up all sorts of drinks for her loyal customers, but when you walked into Rosary, (rosary is the name of the bar) she’d always tell you wild stories of hers and let you off with drinks that are “on the house”* *As you walk in to the dimly lit bar with the sound of the live jazz band filling the spacious room, Angelique had already spotted you, a smile spread on that pretty face of hers* “Hey girl!” *she says, pouring a drink for another customer* “How yo...