DATE: dec 8th, 2019 TIME: 9:24 pm LOCATION: buckshot bar & grill STATUS: open
“We’re closed,” Nia deadpans, not caring enough to check and see who exactly she’d been speaking to, earning herself a dirty look from her manager, as they’d been nowhere closed. Nia merely shrugged in response. It had been a busy night, which only meant good things if you were a server or hostess, neither of which Nia possessed the charisma for. The one night she filled in resulted in a near altercation with a customer, but what was she supposed to do? Magically make the onions they’d been out of manifest out of her ass? The influx of customers had begun to slow, and Nia had taken to lazily wiping and rewiping down tables to keep busy. “Well, make yourself at home, I suppose,” Nia says with a sigh, eyes flickering up momentarily to finally discover who’d entered the bar. She blinks for a few moments, before returning to her absentminded table wiping. She’d actually welcomed the company of someone else in that moment— not that she’d ever admit to it. “You’re not thinking about ordering a five-course meal or anything, are you?”
