He knew as well as anyone that Xigbar didn't run the Sandsea. He didn't run anything there. He didn't attend to stock, accounts, serving, bill posting, keyholding, delegation or anything else. To anybody watching, he was just another bar prop, another greying man who spent too much time in there and not enough money. Lea had seen his type in every bar he'd ever been in to the point where he'd started wondering if they were just ordered in from the same central warehouse by the manager.
Demyx did more work than he did.
"To what do we owe the honour?" Lea asked, gripping the neck of his bottle and holding it off the bar before it could be taken away for his cheek.
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He knew as well as anyone that Xigbar didn't run the Sandsea. He didn't run anything there. He didn't attend to stock, accounts, serving, bill posting, keyholding, delegation or anything else. To anybody watching, he was just another bar prop, another greying man who spent too much time in there and not enough money. Lea had seen his type in every bar he'd ever been in to the point where he'd started wondering if they were just ordered in from the same central warehouse by the manager.
Demyx did more work than he did.
"To what do we owe the honour?" Lea asked, gripping the neck of his bottle and holding it off the bar before it could be taken away for his cheek.