The bar, Bailey hasn’t stepped foot inside a bar in quite some time. It had been a few years and for good reason, but when Ezra had mentioned she was going to Six Mile, he had pulled himself together and decided to meet up with her. Sitting in the booth, he drank his water and placed a head onto his hand. His head was spinning and now the thirty-nine year old remembered why he hated bars so much “Uh oh..” He said, vas soon as he heard Ezra’s voice and watched her slid into the booth across from him “What happened?” He questioned and then closed his eyes for a moment “Water.”
the bar is busier than usual, and that’s saying something, the air suffused with welcoming haze of conversation and the ever-present smell of beer; but bailey, slumped over the table and nursing a water, looks like he doesn’t feel particularly welcomed. guilt twinges in her stomach, but it’s a fleeting feeling, quickly subsumed into an impulse to cheer him, if only a little. “alright, so, my downstairs neighbors, the ones that have been fighting for the whole goddamn time i’ve lived there, finally broke up last night. all night. so ‘round three in the morning i go down there to ask them politely to please shut the fuck up—” a lie, she’d been far from polite, had indeed herself gotten involved in a fair bit of shouting, “—and get a door slammed in my face. few hours later, i haven’t slept, i’m heading out to work, and someone’s keyed my fucking car! now, granted, my car isn’t worth the breath i waste complaining about it, but still, dick move, right?” eyebrows upturned, she looks to him for some sort of validation. “by the way, you want anything else?” she asks, gesturing towards his drink. “diet coke, hot wings, whatever?” anything other than water, is heavily implied.