#echo.open

echo wasn't on the stage tonight which was altogether fine with her. while the tips weren't as lucrative, people were less prone to gawk and stare at her while she was behind the bar. unfortunately, they were still keen to talk. "mm." she hummed and found the bright metal shaker filled with ice. she picked it up and started to rattle it loud enough to ignore the next question. admittedly, the selkie girl was not the ideal conversationalist. it wasn't that she was necessarily opposed to the idea at large. she liked people who could comfortably talk to her. the problem was that most people just talked at her, and there was no desire in her to respond to that anymore. "mhm." echo poured the drink and set it along with a small napkin which had the word 'hex' embossed clearly in the corner on the bar top and nodded. she turned away from them and onto the next patron, lifting an eyebrow as if to ask 'what will you have?'