nicole-mxsreye:
“I suppose you could tell me your life’s story, but really I was just asking for your drink order.” Said the bartender, leaning on the bar towards the other. She was only an hour into her six hour shift, so it was a little early for her to be so sassy, but it had been a bad day, and she was rather pent up over it all.
He hadn’t even been fully aware he’d been monologue, but he hadn’t been pulled out of it until she spoke up. “Right, right, guess I got lost for a second, there, huh? Sorry, I’ll have an absinthe, and leave the bottle.”









