Drink in My Hand | Shock + Lottie
It was a run-of-the-mill Friday night at Pixie’s. The crowd of usual patrons had filed in just as Lottie’s work day had ended. More often than not, she’d hang around and chat up a few folks she knew more personally, and this night was no exception.
With her usual drink in hand, the blonde checked in on the regulars and laid on the charm. It was almost funny to her, how quickly she’d adapted to this new role. Not just in the sense of her job, but in the sense of fitting in in this little town. If she’d ever let herself, she might admit it wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d originally made it out to be.
But she digressed.
After making her rounds, she decided to snap a few photos for the Pixie’s Instagram. Might as well do something productive, right? She’d just finished taking a pretty little panorama of the dance floor when she bumped into a bystander, sending a bit of their drink splashing to the floor.
“Oh, I’m sorry —” Lottie said over the music, turning to see who she’d collided with. Ah, it was the girl who’d made her that god-awful concoction at that house party a couple months prior. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so bad for ruining her drink. But she feigned an apologetic smile anyway.
“Clumsy little me. Let me get you another?”
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