Woodsedge Tavern
Hadrian tried his best to ignore the fact that apparently Vida was there as well. Well fuck. Fuck it all with a bag of fucks. He stopped and leaned on the bar on the farthest possible space from Vida. Yeah, he definitely made a mistake by going to the bar altogether. Grabbing the drink from the waitress, he wasn`t even sure if he was supposed to answer the comment about Vida. Oh yeah she was so great and so special and pooped freaking unicorns out of her ass. He realized that he was getting angry and took a deep breath. No drama. Not that night. “Then fire her,” he mumbled, taking a big swig of his drink. “If she`s not bringing enough money there is no freaking point in keeping her. If my bank ran like this tavern, we would have went bankrupt ages ago.” Was that how his life was going to be? Avoiding some girl? The thought left a foul aftertaste in his mouth and he was suddenly determined for that not to be the case.
As the waitress continued to speak, Hadrian tried his best to concentrate on her. Was there a better way to distract himself than that? Plus… she wasn`t that bad to look at. “Believe me, the circumstances could be much worse. Speaking from experience here.” He could have punched her. That always made for awkward introductions. “Well, for a first night, you`re doing only half bad. Coming from me that`s an actual compliment.” With a sigh he leaned his elbows on the bar as he took a small peak at the other waitress he knew was there. Ugh. Back to the one that poured his drink all over him then. “And where are you going to later then?” Not that he was actually interested, but he needed something to take his mind off of… well, frankly everything.
Ruby scoffed, “As I said, it’s my first night.” Fire her! “That’s not exactly my job. Vida hired me to replace her, though, so I’m sure she won’t be around much longer.” Mister Theos seemed awful brooding and she couldn’t help but wonder about his smile. He likely didn’t do that often. He seemed like a hard man to please. “I imagine the bank runs on a bit of a higher scale than a bar, requiring at least a little more money.”, she smirked. You’d probably be more attractive if you’d smile. How many people had told her that in the past? Countless. She’d grown to find it true...
“I do supposed it could have been worse, however, since the beginning of my shift was the moment I ran into you, it’s not off to a wonderful start.” She smiled at the sort-of-compliment. As he leaned against the bar, she gathered up the last of the glass and the towels from the floor. “Once I can get back behind the bar, I can make up for the poor start.” she laughed, “If I do say so myself, I can make a damned good drink.” He asked about her future plans, though she could tell he wasn’t quite interested. Small talk, polite, distracting. “I haven’t made that decision yet. This town has a past I’m interested in.”












