location: heavy hitters bar
status: closed for @samaraxkhanna
Sometimes, Ozan hated what his life had turned into. He'd never really been much of an achiever, in fact, his life was barely what most people would consider living. All he knew was solitude as he grew up on the streets of Istanbul, when he moved with his father to America, for a while, all that he knew where the rules that were put in place for his safety. He'd never had any goals of his own, or a passion for anything like most of his friends did, or a love for nature and wine in the way that his father did.
In a way, he should feel grateful for the family business, for the fact that the vineyard had almost given him some sort of purpose, even if he still complained about it to his closest friends. It was a blessing in disguise for someone that was aimless, like Ozan was.
But something that Wolf Mountain Vineyard had given him was the luxury of meeting so many people and in special cases, to become their friend. One of those friends was Samara, who despite working together, had remained a friend for a while now. He didn't drink these days, not rare for him as he went through lapses with his addiction, but he still walked into Heavy Hitters just to say hello or to bring her a new bottle to try.
"Excuse me, have you seen the owner of this establishment? I need to talk to her about commissions for the latest client that I sent her way." Ozan asked with a lopsided grin on his lips, upon seeing Samara behind the bar. Clearly joking. He loved recommending her for events and other things almost as much as he loved teasing her. "Friday night and working? You're right, my life is easier."