rust // stardust

If there was one thing Oliver loved without question– without reason, it was food. It was ingrained into every aspect of his life. And now was no different as he let his grandmother’s curry recipe cool on the table. He was hoping to get enough input that he could finally stop being so damn indecisive. As the aromas filled his nostrils, he smirked, knowing it wasn’t for those less daring. Catching someone out of the corner of his eye, he immediately called out to them with a wave of his hand. “Hey, you mind tasting this for me? I’m trying to see if it’s a good fit for the menu.” He quickly added a cheeky, “don’t worry, it’s not going to kill you.”

“Tell me,” Andy started, small grin curving her lips as she rattled the ice shaker. “Is calling a drink ‘Mai I Tai you Up’ too forward? Because honestly, if one more person asks me for a Sex on the Beach and winks, I’m loading my pockets with rocks and walking into the ocean. All I’m asking for is a little creativity here.” The bartender said with a sigh. Then, she offered the other a smile and a shrug. “What can I getcha, babe?”