"Cheers," Nat said with a smile, pointing her glass at Bee before taking a sip and sitting it back down. She looked up at Bee over the glass and raised an eyebrow, wondering where she was planning to take that conversation started. She wasn’t the type that got drunk and slouched over the bar, spilling all their sorrows to the bartender, and did not intend to start that any time soon.
Taking a breath, Natasha nodded, “The beginning of a new semester is always chaos, but I’m fine.” She took another sip of her drink and tilted her head, “And you? Had to knock back any new minors so far?”
Bee chuckled. She did not know what she had been expecting. As much as Natasha came into Lohne's, it was known by practically everyone that she was not the chatty type and certainly not the type to talk about her feelings. Bee sometimes caught herself thinking that she and Nat were friends, but even then she was just fooling herself. She was a waitress and she worked behind the bar. She had to be personable with everyone. Being nice hardly meant anything when it was in her job description.
She sighed. "Uh, one or two. Nothing I couldn't sniff out to begin with. Honestly, I should have some sort of reputation around campus by now. I've started giving out shooters of apple juice to minors." She shrugged. "I'm fine. As fine as I can be - worrying myself over kids who won't even remember me the next time they come through the door."
