banditborn:
“ Same old, same old. You know things don’t really change much around here. I serve drinks, have my furniture trashed and my floor puked on. “ He sounded amused, clearly not ranting but trying to joke around a bit as he pushed himself back up again.
“ Speaking of which, what can I get ya? “ The barkeeper returned to his role once he realized that she was sitting there without a drink and that wouldn’t do.
“Sounds like a normal Wednesday t’me. Though I have feline kids t’look after... so the same thing, I guess,” she chuckled, clearly meaning nothing by it.
“Oh? A drink--now ya speakin’ my language. And ya servin’ me personally? I might make the trek out here more often, ye,” she purred. With her free hand, she pensively her nails on the counter, as if she really had to think what she wanted. The woman was one of simple tastes and there was only a few orders that were in her drink rotation.
“Can I get a bourbon, neat. And can ya make that a double? I’m kind’a celebratin’ though in an ironically awful way ‘cuz I’m not super thrilled with it, but it feels like I’m supposed t’drink t’ this, heh,” the grin she gave him was one that help held a bit of a grimace to it. “In fact, I’ll pay for the next round of whatever anyone’s drinkin’. If I wanna get a drunk, everyone else deserves t’as well.”
