Joey turned the key in the lock of the Tavern and threw open the door with a *bang*. It was too damn early, (is it ever *not* too early when you have 3 kids?) but she'd promised to help do inventory of the stock room today. She dropped her keys on the counter and reached across the bar to grab a glass. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and added a liberal amount of vodka before popping herself up to sit on the counter to wait for other arrivals.