sofiasani:
She’d been sitting there less than twenty minutes, staring at her pager in fear it would go off and end her attempt at relaxation with a good glass of merlot after a thirty eight hour shift. Not usually one to be chatty towards others, she glances over at the person hovering adjacent to the bar where she sat. Although she lived for her job and was certainly something of a workaholic, Sofia needed a distraction from anything work-related, even if only for a short while. “Do you think it’s terrible of me to hope that I don’t get called into work for once?”
"I literally hope for that every day of my life and they still keep puttin’ me on the roster, so I feel it. Really I do.” She spoke candidly to the woman at her side, always a tad too friendly for her own good. “You’re at a bar though, queen. What you need to relax is a shot... Wine’s cool and all, but it won’t do the trick. I mean, clearly, since you’re still lookin’ at that thing like it’s gonna bite ya.”
