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At the woman’s willingness to let her surprise them, Nina’s smile grew. She wasn’t good at reading people to know what they’d order, but she liked having that freedom. Thus, she was quick to turn around a whip something together before she was off sliding a Twelve Mile Limit in front of them. “Alright, moment of truth.” 

“Right though,” Aubree said with a little laugh, definitely feeling the alcohol now. After all, she was always the lightest of weights between her friends. Fortunately, she knew her limit and could stop herself when it went too far. “Do you have a smoke on you?”

“Wanna write it for me?” Kieran rolled his head in turn to look at her, smiling lazily. “I’ve been in many a situation where we’ve been drinking all night, so then someone has the genius idea to try and save some money and we get the low brow shit.” His fingers ran through his hair, his other hand reluctantly releasing the bottle. Jet fuel or not, he needed it. “I could think of a few other things I’d rather be doing instead of discussing art.” The mischief was back in his gaze as he watched her, half smirk firmly planted on his lips.

“Well this assistant is getting fired. I can’t have anyone working for me that doesn’t know their alcohol.” Kieran shook his head and took another long swig. “I think we’ll be fine. I’ve had worse.” He passed it back over to her and grinned. “This isn’t our usual meeting.”

“Oh, I can see the job listing now. Requirement, know the difference between alcohol and jet fuel,” she grinned, rolling her head to the side to land eyes on him. “Now, that doesn’t put me at ease. Maybe you’re just used to this,” but that didn’t stop her from taking back the bottle, lifting it to her lips. “Are you complaining? If you want, I can start talking all about art instead,” she teased with a soft smirk.

“That’s true. But I remember the projectile vomiting I did when I drank some mixed drinks. I think that’s enough not to give them ideas because even I was scared.” The brunette said as she wrinkled her nose, disgusted by the mere thought of it. “You and me both, so just suck it up then. I can go for that.”

“I don’t judge when it comes to alcohol, everybody gotta pick their poison.“ He shrugged slightly. “It’s some sort of brandy latino, and we’re not doing that, because the bartender is Greyson, not me. We’re drinking it straight.“

“That’s a fucking lie and how dare you ever say that to me. — Hey, I know better alcohol. I just don’t think there’s a problem with Burnett’s. What’d it ever do to you?”

“I’m not so sure. All alcohol used to taste the same to me. But I’m also thinking that you already know it’s that horrible vodka so it might be a bit difficult for your taste buds to recognize anything else other than that.”

“That’s what they come in handy for, if not stories to tell our children later on with the hope of scarring them enough that they won’t make the same mistakes.” Aubree said with a little grin before she brought the bottle to her lips once more. “I’m thinking it will, but we can always go get a chaser, if you want.”

“Jesus Christ, who do you take me for?” Kieran grabbed the bottle back, taking a longer swig. “It may not be high end, but it’s not that bad and my PA grabbed it. I don’t even know what it is.”

“What the fuck is wrong with Burnett’s? All vodka is amazing. Why must you disrespect my alcoholic preferences?”

“If it looks like Burnett’s and tastes like Burnett’s, it’s probably Burnett’s.”

“I think I remembered you saying a story which is why I didn’t buy any. This, however,” Aubree paused to lift the bottle and bring it to her lips, “was the cheapest I could find which explains why it’s so fucking disgusting.” the girl said after a wince, handing it back. 

“It may be the only thing I could find at this time.” Aubree said as she looked at the other. “Don’t judge me. It could be worse. Plus, if you drink enough of it, you’ll barely taste it anymore.”

“You think I’m some sort of alcoholic drinking vodka at this hour of the day? It’s pisco though. Tastes better on a cocktail, clearly.“

“So, you gonna order something to drink or?” The brunette began, brows narrowing softly as she placed her arms against the bar top and smiled. She didn’t care if they were drinking or not, but as of right now, her entire section was pretty much good on their orders and truthfully, the person in front of her looked the least annoying. “I can even surprise ya with something if ya want.” 

“Okay but hear me out,” She said a little distracted by scrolling through the endless dash, “don’t you think it’s really strange that to go to sleep at night, we pretend to already be asleep.” Sleep deprivation, that’s what she’d chalk it up to, long nights that turned into longer days from one job to the next. “You know, we just..– close our eyes and convince ourselves that we’re ready to sleep and it just happens.”