“You know, if I’d only been working here a week or two, I would probably tell you that you don’t look like someone that would break into song— but if this job has taught me anything over the last couple of years,” Sara said, pausing for some sort of dramatic effect maybe, “It’s that you can never judge karaoke-potential by appearances.” Her lips tucked into a wide grin, her mien dusted in genuine mirth. “You’d be surprised at the kind of men we get in here, pouring there hearts out to Celine and Whitney, declaring their love and whatnot.”
She pointed a wagging finger towards him in good spirit then, “I bet you have a nice voice. You’ve got that whole… tall, dark and handsome thing going for you, so why not make it even harder on the other men, right? By giving you the voice of an angel too.” She winked at him and chuckled lightly, moving back on her left leg to put back a glass.
“Oh, so not a nice singer huh? Or just really modest and in denial about your own talent? Can you tell I’m trying to get you up on that stage?” She japed, light laughter slipping from her lips. “No, don’t worry— I won’t force you anywhere. It’s nice to see a new face in here though… let me get you that whisky,” Sara said and went to work, looking over at him as she poured. “So what’s your name?”
"I guess it’s safe to say you’ve seen your fair share of people.” Antonio commented back. It was something he could believe, usually people weren’t as they seemed, it was something he learned doing what he did for a living. No one was as they seemed and this girls answer was smart. She could’ve easily stopped the conversation with him, got him his whiskey, and went on to the next costumer but instead she was still making conversation with him. If there was one thing Antonio quickly noticed about the bartender, it was the fact that she was very outgoing, she was social. “Maybe I don’t have anything to pour my heart out to? No love to declare?” Because of how outgoing the young woman was, it made it hard for Antonio not to comment back. Going in the bar for purely silence and a drink was slightly changing, now he was curious.
Raising his eyebrows, Antonio couldn’t help but let out a single laugh. He wasn’t really the roll on the floor with laughter type but when someone had the ability to get him to let out some sort of laughter, it was genuine. “If I knew any better I’d say this is all a tactic to get me to get up on that stage and sing.” He said thanks to all the compliments he was getting.
"As charming as you are, you might have to suffice with me sitting at this bar for the night instead of getting up on that stage and ruining that picture you have in your head of me having some angelic voice I don’t have.” The male retorted, as he looked at the girl, some of the seriousness he had when he first sat down on that bar stool drifting away. Or more than that, some of the barrier the male put up with anyone, coming off as if he didn’t care or wanted nothing to do with the situation faded slightly. Obviously it wasn’t gone, but he wasn’t completely blowing off the conversation with the bartender. “Antonio,” he answered, “Yours? Or are you always gonna be the mysterious but friendly bartender that tried to coax me on stage with compliments?”
