starter call
Her shift for the day is over, but Bethany’s in no mood to return home to her own thoughts until she finally sleeps. If there’s something this bar is good for besides employment, it’s much more pleasant company than her solitude.
So she trudges from the back room after finishing her shift change duties and sits down at an empty barstool for dinner and a drink. And, of course, his company.
She grins when Light moves towards her from behind the bar, even though he can’t see it. Today’s been busy, and they haven’t really spoken outside of cursory greetings. Come to think of it, when were things last slow enough to truly talk?
Well, no matter. She’d fix that now. “Bartender, give me some of your cheap whiskey,” she says with mock sternness, as though she’s only a gruff customer and not a friend.
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