Brows knitting together in confusion, Sebastian frowned. “I think you have me mistaken for that guy next to you. I’m just trying to sneak on by to get behind the bar if you don’t mind.” He didn’t work there, nor did he know anyone that did. But curious about the computer system that the bar chain used, he decided to see for himself while it was at peak business. “Can I get you a drink or something?”

Dulce’s smile grew, brows raising with curiosity as she analyzed his words. Sneak? Either he was being playful or he had no business being behind the counter. “No te preocupes. I won’t tell anyone.” She winked, sitting further up on the edge of her seat to see where his hands were, and if they were by the drinks that sat on the sunken edge behind it. “Yeah, I will have a drink. Anything.”

His mother had raised him to be well-mannered, he was not one to go against the woman’s wishes. Atticus shifts sightly as he waits for her to speak again, eyes never leaving the female’s face. People had asked him to share his weed in the past, and he’d never once shut them down, so he wouldn’t start doing it now, either. “Um, sure, love. I don’t mind sharing. I keep it in my car, though.”

“Aw thanks!” She squealed, placing her drink down on the table beside her as she got up from her spot to get closer to the other. “You’re the best! Lead the way, Ringo!”

“You’re just like a little boy,” She teased, head moving forward slightly so that she could talk more secretively, as if what she was saying were top secret plans on how to rob a convenience store. Unfortunately for her brain, the alcohol consumption made explaining herself all but convenient. “You’re only mean to me because you like me.”

Her tone became more serious, cocking her head to the side with aggression, eyes narrowing to meet the girl’s challenge but with much more gravity. “You could try to get me into bed, niña bonita, pero, you’re not really my type.”

Dulce laughed at her remark, having heard ‘damn daniel’ on the phone of a child that wasn’t paying attention during one of her acts. It was a hilarious concept but the girl wasn’t super sure that it would be as funny if she was sober. “Yes. It was Spanish.”

“Oh, I uh, —- I’m sorry if I looked at you the wrong way or said something wrong, but I can assure you that I wasn’t attempting to do either of those things, especially not the killing.” Truth be told, he was stoned and functioning slower than usual, which was nothing he wasn’t used to by now.

Dulce smirked, not exactly used to hearing apologies from other people. She’d like to say it was refreshing but honestly, to her, it came across as weak... Something she loathed hearing from a partner but enjoyed hearing from someone she could manipulate. The brunette took a deep breath in, taking in the smells of marijuana. Her smile grew. “Feel like sharing, carniño?”

“Fortunately for you, neither of those are on my agenda for tonight,” a light chuckle fell past her lips as she took a seat across the brunette, eyes examining the drink she held. “And where the fuck can I get myself one of those?”

In all honestly, Rory wasn’t sure why she was standing next to the other, attempting some form of conversation. Boredom and curiosity had caused her to wander as usual. With eyes narrowed in on the shot glass she now held between her fingers, she shrugged and then tipped it back, letting the strong liquor trickle down her throat. She hated the taste of alcohol, but my did she love the burn. “What makes you say the latter? I didn’t think I had a reason to want to kill you, but if I’m mistaken feel free to enlighten me.”