elliot was drying a cocktail glass for the tourist man sitting at the bar counter. it was the last thirty minutes of his shift and he couldn’t wait to get home. he honestly enjoyed his job, and by the time of two and a half years, he had pretty much mastered the making of the weirdest drinks this place had to offer. yet again, he found himself in a conversation little too familiar. the drunk man was asking him about aliens. eli had yet to decide if this daily topic with the customers was his favorite or least favorite part of his job. he suddenly saw a familiar face appear to the other corner of the table, but he couldn’t just stop the conversation with the tourist right there and then.
“oh yeah, there’s totally been aliens here. i’ve actually seen a couple. they abducted my dog” eli explained with the most convincing tone he could. he took a glimpse with his side eye to the person sitting in the corner, waving him to come to say hi. while the man remained shocked, elliot quickly explained that he would have to go and serve the other customers. “yeah, i know, i don’t believe in the alien shit. and i’ve never owned a dog, but you couldn’t believe the shit the tourists here believe. and what brings you here?”
Winter wasn’t the biggest partier, in high school she went to her fair share of bonfires and house parties, of course, mostly just to keep an eye on Romy since the girl could get stupid at such events, but she herself never drank all that much. Though after a day like today she deserved it, dealing with tourists all morning in the park, and then with her grandmother’s extensive ramblings once she was home before she was finally able to coax the older woman to sleep. So now after stepping out of her jeep, she made her way into the bar, having even realized who was tending to it until Elliot was already walking towards her. Or at least she thought he was until he turned some to speak to the other customer who was just a couple stools down from her, making her let out a sigh of relief, that she knew was in vain… because if she really wanted a beer she’d have to talk to him.
They had dated for a bit when Elliot first moved to Moon Valley, and after a few unforeseen circumstances ( which was quite ironic since she was a supposed psychic ) they two broke it off, leaving a bit of tension and resentment to them, and she hadn’t spoken to him since.. Which was a little over two years ago, and not speaking to someone who lived in Moon Valley with you was truly a feat, since the town was so small. When he was finally done speaking to the other customer Winter let out a little hum, “Can I just get a Corona please?” She muttered, not quite sure if she should meet his gaze or not, toying with the strap of her bag resting on the counter, “and two shots of tequila actually, with little limes.” She instructed, holding her fingers up to show how big she wanted him to slice the lime wedges, “And that bowl of peanuts over there.” She knew she was being ridiculous, but something came over her, deciding rather than talk to him fucking with him would be the best possible thing to do in the situation.