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The Red Bull Bar is shut at this time on a Monday afternoon, and the navy walls are sapped of their colour by bog-standard fluorescent strips, instead of the multi-coloured strobes and lasers that usually light the place. Clubs are always slightly eerie places out of hours, so the stereo is on to help dispel the weirdness, the bass beat of Big Bad Wolf thumping even through the comparatively small speakers of the boombox.
“You really shouldn’t show off like that.”
Seb is standing behind the counter in the empty bar, flicking the cocktail shaker up into the air, catching it behind his back, whilst pouring spirits into another glass that’s somehow also soaring through the air.
“It’s fine, Mark, I know what I’m doing…”
The sound of the glass smashing on the floor attracts a shout from the back office that is still clearly audible even over Mark’s almost deafening laughter.
“Seb! If that was you, you bloody well have to clear that up!”
“Sorry boss…”
“You know what you’re doing then, eh Seb?”
Sebastian glares at Mark as he puts the bottle down and goes on the hunt for the dustpan.
“At least I never break them on the night. That’s the whole point of practice. You know it’s the show as much as the drinks that brings people in.”
Mark huffs. “At least I’m there on the night. You better not pull off the same disappearing act that you did last week again. And don’t think Christian didn’t notice that both you and Tommi went AWOL at the same time…”
Seb looks scandalised. Mark just raises his eyebrows, and makes an exit before Seb can think up a comeback. He needs a coffee…