@stateofmaria
The weekend was upon her, Peggy thought with a feeling of relief. In celebration of getting her client, she promised she’d have a night out. As she changed out of her work clothes, Peggy headed towards Guns & Ships, excited to let loose and successfully celebrate something. She would have invited others to join her, but this felt more private. She didn’t want to spend the whole night making conversations or thinking about anyone’s feelings but her own, feelings that were as gleeful as “normal” Peggy would be. Walking into the bar, the music and chatter enveloped her, and she made a beeline to the bar. Spotting Maria, Peggy waved her over with a smile. “Maria, hi!” She excitedly boasted, probably too loud to seem as cool as she wanted to be, but happy nonetheless. Maria had always been a type of idol to Peggy: a strong, collected woman who seemed in control of her life and her mind. She always seemed to embarrass herself when she spoke to Maria, whether it be smiling too much or oversharing for fear of seeming cold and disinterested, so her exuberant greeting wasn’t out of line. If she wanted to see anyone tonight, it would be Maria; they could talk without Peggy feeling tied down, as the bartender was on the job while Peggy could float around from person to person. As Maria headed towards her, she ordered a drink and smiled. “How have you been?”
Weekends. For most it was a time to let out a good sigh of relief. For Maria, however, it was a time to take a deep breath and prepare for the weekend crowd which was always her most eccentric. As much as Maria liked to complain, it wasn’t always bad though. She had always enjoyed meeting new people and it was even better when her friends came in to keep her company. Like now. She didn’t even have to look to know who had called her name. As she finished opening a beer for one customer and taking money from the other, she looked over to where Peggy was standing. “Hey Pegs!” She was … alone? Maria certainly didn’t expect that as the Schuylers seemed to always come to Guns & Ships together. At least from what she could remember.
Maria quickly wrapped up with her customers and jogged over to Peggy. With a smile, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand in a dramatic fashion. “I am beat and it’s not even midnight! But if tonight keeps going this way, I’ll make enough tips to buy a new refrigerator that doesn’t make all my food taste like ass!” She grabbed a glass. “But enough about me. Pick you poison! And what are you doing in Guns & Ships and alone at that?”












