Turning to see where he'd pointed, Allison then laughed, liking that Simon had a sense of humour. “Oh. So you want the top shelf vodka.”
“I wouldn’t give up just yet.” Looking at his guitar case, she raised an eyebrow in interest. He wanted to perform. Allison couldn’t recall the last time she’d heard someone play a musical instrument. Maybe this place needed it. “Trying to relax and enjoy myself, I guess. My friends were busy.”
“Ah, yep, yep, that’d be it. If you could just order me a lot of that, I’d be very grateful. And I’ll pay you back, of course. Just maybe after I get some tips. If I do.” For the most part, he was joking, though some actual income would be nice to help out his family. Things had been tight for a long time.
“Oh, yeah? Why not? ‘Cause I’m this close to running straight back out that door,” he exhaled, nervous energy causing him to squeeze his hands together. “Is it working? The - relaxing part?” He wouldn’t have described the bar as relaxing, but considering what they’d all just gone through for the last few years, it would certainly do. “Well, I’m happy to be your hired friend in the meantime. My one and only friend isn’t here either, so…”


















