(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.

Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.

You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.

Oh shut it. What do you want?

I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.

I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.

God. I forgot how fucking stupid you are… You know.. I’m quite frankly surprised you’ve made it this far. Your total lack of self preservation is frightening. I’m shocked you aren’t dead in a ditch.

Oh same here (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) But here I am! Now let me pay for this and be on my way. Unless there is something else you need?

I’m curious what’s brought you back to earth. But.. tonight isn’t the evening. I’ll have someone grab you your bill. If you plan on stopping by again, I’ll cover it next time. Because clearly you seem to gawk at my prices. Only on the condition you tell me what brings you to earth. My curiosity is eating me alive. And I’m sure free drinks would be a worthy payment for that information.

While I appreciate the offer I will have to decline in advance. After all, I'm not certain I can reveal that information to you of all people.

You’re no fun. You’re still the same sticker for the rules that you were we when first met. I’m sure I’ll find out why you’re here eventually. It’ll come out.. one way or another.

Don't use your work with this stuff. You won't find anything.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.

Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.

You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.

Oh shut it. What do you want?

I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.

I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.

God. I forgot how fucking stupid you are… You know.. I’m quite frankly surprised you’ve made it this far. Your total lack of self preservation is frightening. I’m shocked you aren’t dead in a ditch.

Oh same here (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) But here I am! Now let me pay for this and be on my way. Unless there is something else you need?

I’m curious what’s brought you back to earth. But.. tonight isn’t the evening. I’ll have someone grab you your bill. If you plan on stopping by again, I’ll cover it next time. Because clearly you seem to gawk at my prices. Only on the condition you tell me what brings you to earth. My curiosity is eating me alive. And I’m sure free drinks would be a worthy payment for that information.

While I appreciate the offer I will have to decline in advance. After all, I'm not certain I can reveal that information to you of all people.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.

Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.

You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.

Oh shut it. What do you want?

I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.

I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.

God. I forgot how fucking stupid you are… You know.. I’m quite frankly surprised you’ve made it this far. Your total lack of self preservation is frightening. I’m shocked you aren’t dead in a ditch.

Oh same here (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) But here I am! Now let me pay for this and be on my way. Unless there is something else you need?

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.

Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.

You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.

Oh shut it. What do you want?

I’m curious where you managed to pluck up the nerve to walk in here. That’s what I want to know.

I needed a drink and this was the nearest place.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.

Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.

You have to take care of a useless leach? My. That sounds so familiar… you know.. it reminds me of when we used to live together.

Oh shut it. What do you want?

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Oh.. what a pity. I didn’t take you for someone who would gawk at such a bill. Truly, it’s a shame. You haven’t even been here long enough to get on my nerves like you used to. Maybe you’ve lost your knack for it.

Are you seriously challenging me on my first day off in months-- Ahem. I am still perfectly capable of getting on your nerves, I would prefer not to at this time. Also of course I'm poor at the moment. I've had a useless leach of a being to take care of.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Currently, you’re sitting at about four hundred dollars. Give or take. I’m sure if you give me another ten minutes.. I can get it to at least five hundred. I’ve done particularly well at racking it up. This may even be a record for me. What an honour.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?

Oh.. I found him in the dumpster, when I bought this place. If you were listening, you would’ve remembered me telling you that already though... Perhaps your drink is getting to you. Maybe you’re more of a lightweight than I thought.

Red hair swaying behind her, the woman waltzes over to the new patron and places a hand on her shoulder, painted nails digging into their skin. My goodness.. what’s such a pretty face doing in a dirty place like this..?

It’s my pleasure, I always try my best to make my guests feel welcome. Especially those that have captured my intrigue. Has nobody come by to bring you a menu? What an inconvenience that must be for you. I’ll have to have a word with the servers.. but.. I’m sure somebody will have it handled shortly. It’s been a busy evening here tonight, you’ll have to excuse the delay.

You may.. I’ll indulge it. You merely remind me of someone.. I used to be particularly close with. A mistake on my part.. truly. I don’t know why they would’ve even dragged themselves back here. I’m sure they wouldn’t have possibly been that dumb. You just look.. similar. That’s all. I hope you’ll pardon my error.

Behind the bar, positioned right within her guests view, she begins mixing a drink up. While she works, she seems to be laughing with her employees, clearly enjoying herself now. One of the staff members seems to say something to her, and grabs something off the top shelf and hands it to her. As she pours whatever it is in her guests glass, she makes sure to maintain her gaze on them. As the last drop is poured in, she gives her guest a wink and begins to waltz back over to the table.

The Observer doesn't let her panic show. Doing such a thing is a horrible idea. Give an inch, they'll take a mile. But that glass looks good and the appeal of a cheap drink has her staying on place. In a sense, whatever happens may be a good break from work.

And for the lovely lady… her drink. I have to confess, I don’t often work behind the bar much anymore.. you’ll have to tell me how I’ve done. I would hate to find out I’ve gotten rusty.

Well. Now that I’ve gotten your drink sorted.. would it bother you terribly if I sat at your table? It would be wrong to force such a pretty girl to spend her evening alone.

Oh it wouldn't bother me much. And who am I to reject a person's kindness on something like this? But I have to ask out of curousity, why waste the time on someone like myself?

I’m sure you’ll work it out eventually. You seem smart.. enough. I’m just having a little fun until it clicks. It gets awfully boring around here and I’ve got to keep myself entertained somehow.

Danny leans back further into her seat, her arms folded and legs crossed. She looks smug, annoyingly smug. She’s not quite sure if her guest has worked it out yet, but she’s very clearly enjoying watching her guest desperately try to disguise her discomfort. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm..? Why don’t we start with what you do for work?

He sounds adorable. And yes, of course I want to see a photo. If you'll allow me to.

He is indeed adorable. I was right, as I occasionally am. He deserves the world. How did you find him? The trash? A shelter?