Elsie: *takes a bow* thank you, thank you. I’d like to thank my parents for their amazing genes but alas I don’t know who the fuck they are 😂 Elsie: nooooooo, pls don’t do this to me. I didn’t mean it, I love youuuuuu

Owen felt like there were hundreds of conversations going on in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominated the atmosphere. The crowd was mostly made up of young students from the university, there were a few middle-aged men lingering near the bar, no doubt trying to seduce the students by offering to buy them drinks. Owen wound his way through the warm bodies to the table that had called him over. He offered them some quick pleasantries before taking their order and heading back to the bar. “Sorry T, I swear people forget it’s not table service in here. Thanks for helping, you really didn’t have to.” 

“Couldn’t leave you to struggle now, could I? I’m not completely heartless.” She grinned with a shrug of her shoulder, in an attempt to shake off his gratitude. “Where’s the rest of your staff?” Teagan glanced around the room as if to double check he was definitely on his own. The blonde was currently debating slipping under the counter to start helping serving behind the bar, just to give her something to do and stop her feeling so awkward.

Faye: I’ll sue for your inheritance 😜 Faye: fucking knew it.

Faye: It is BLINDING. I’m gonna sue. Faye: Is that grandad’s hat?

Elsie: I’m always cute 🤷‍♂️ Elsie: You were? How sweet, I’m actually really hungry too – I’m sorry babe

Elsie: What, stop telling the truth?  Elsie: I love you more. Elsie: LOL … you dork

Elsie: Wait, you mean to say there are days where you don’t actually look cute?  Elsie: No, impossible. I refuse to believe it.

Owen nodded, smiling at the people on the table as he collected the empty glasses, normally it would have been down to the waitresses but they’d been so short on staff the male decided it would just be quicker to do it himself. Just as he turned to walk back to the bar he noticed a familiar face waiting for him at the bar but before he could say hi, he heard someone else calling his name. “I’ll be with you in a minute. We are literally packed.” He explained to the person waiting for him at the bar.

Teagan could see how busy the place was and felt a little bad just sat around doing nothing as she watched Owen struggle. Biting her lip, she slid off her stool and moved to grab one of the spare trays that she saw just lying about on the counter. With that under her arm she then began to navigate through the crowd, ducking a flailing arm every now and again as she collected any empty glasses and taking a few orders that she had managed to write down on her hand. As she reached the bar again, she gave her orders to one of the other bar tenders and placed the tray of glasses back down to be taken into the kitchen. While the blonde waited, she leaned against the counter and waited to see if Owen had finished what he was doing.