@bloodtiesstarters
“I’d like a dry martini with a twist, please!” she spoke towards the bartender as she approached the counter and its stools, still up on her feet. Looking to the side, she spotted someone who looked like they might enjoy a drink or two — God, maybe even need it. “Add whatever they want to my tab as well, please. It’s on me.” she smiled at the person, letting them order what they want.















