@violacostello
Dexter would be lying if he didn’t have a motive when strolling into the Salty Dog that evening. Yeah, he knew it was where Viola worked, but he wasn’t planning on telling her that. That would blow his cool, and that was the opposite of his usual way of doing things. Besides, Dex could easily play it off as him being way too intoxicated to remember that information, which wouldn’t necessarily be a lie. He was way too intoxicated, but to his surprise, he hadn’t forgotten. Even if what they’d technically had was a one night stand, it didn’t have to be. Today, the day after those events, this was the day that determined how their night would be categorized. If Dex chose to never contact her again, and possibly avoid her at all costs? A one night stand, absolutely. But... as he walked up to the bar Viola worked at, it was pretty apparent that’s not what it was. At least, not to him.
There was just something about her, and he was willing to figure out what that something was. “Maker’s, neat,” Dexter said to Viola’s back, clearly busy with someone else’s drink and unaware who was even speaking to her. Slipping up into the bar stool, arms flat against the top, he half-smiled while waiting for her reaction.