“Because we tip more?” Cam said with a chuckle.
“Not onlythat.” Laurie gave her a wink as she went to serve someone else.
Cam brought the bottle of ale to her mouth as she turned to look at the customers. This crowd wasn’t that much older, but it looked like they at least had more money. They seemed better dressed but were still young; much younger than she was.
“Glad you came back,” Cam heard behind her. She turned to face Laurie.
“Me, too. This is a good crowd.”
“Yes, Thursday nights are the best. Most of this crowd goes to Le Bordon Fridays and the crowd here on Saturdays is out of control. There are fights outside almost every week.”
“Thanks for the warning,” Cam said to her.
“You look like you could hold your own in a fight,” Laurie said, a sly smile on her face.
“Maybe too well,” was Cam’s reply.
“Then you’ve been in many fights?”
“Haven’t we all, one way or another?”