It’s her fourth night in a row closing the bar and Dani is exhausted. By the time she gets home, she’s lucky to get five hours sleep before starting all over again. And that’s provided her reveller roommate doesn’t make the sound of a small tornado coming home from a night out. Same shit, different day. Between training for her swim team, classes, assignments, and working to pay tuition fees, rent and, last but not least, food, there isn’t much time left for self care.

Which brings us to this very moment. Poor, sleep deprived Dani mentally crawling her way to the end of a day that just won’t seem to end. The bar is more full than she’d like it to be considering they are closing in fifteen minutes. It means it will be harder for her to herd the remaining intoxicated patrons onto the street so she can get the hell outta here. Something tells her she’s going to get some resistance since one particularly obscene man twice her age has been proudly making his feelings towards her quite clear all night with the encouragement of his equally vulgar mates.

She finishes off wiping the bar and goes on to the floor. She makes her way from table to table, clearing empty glasses and wiping sticky residues. She passes the rowdy group playing darts doing her best to ignore them.

“Hey, sweetheart!” The vile man yells. “Why don’t you come over here and be my lucky charm?”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she mumbles under her breath as she walks away.