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The bar Emmett decided to settle down in on any given night always had a multitude of factors to consider. If there was a game on, a television broadcasting it was absolutely necessary. The gay bar was often a second choice, but lately she'd run into a few too many familiar faces. Those often of women that weren't happy with the lack of communication after a night. Tonight? She decided with a place she was starting to consider a favorite. At least she changed out of her grease stained shirt and jeans, though she refused to dress up, opting to still stay casual with a denim jacket and tight black jeans. At the bar, she slid off her jacket, revealing the plain white shirt she sported, and took a seat.
Hazel eyes wandered down the length of the bar, catching sight of a bartender that brought a grin to her face. Something about pretty bartenders always got to her. Immediately, she put up a hand in hopes to get her attention.
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Apr 20, 2018 20:00:14 GMT
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If you don't know where you want to go,
Then it doesn't matter which path you take. It was fairly quiet today. Days early in the week tended to be. Though no one would catch her complaining. Quiet nights meant there was a higher chance she’d have the energy left to stop in at the bookstore. Though that meant she wouldn’t get to see as many customers. Yet it was a welcome trade-off. Josalyn was leaning against the back wall behind the counter, eyes aimed up towards one of the televisions hanging from the walls. What patrons there were had already gotten their drinks and settled for now. It was a welcome respite while she had it. Though there wasn’t any big game that night, the sports channel was on again. Funny how she didn’t even care that much about them to begin with. Only now she found herself absentmindedly following a ball on a tiny screen, remembering rules and regulations that she’d heard many patrons shout about when playoffs came around. However, movement from the corner of her vision drew the gaze towards it. What she saw was beginning to be somewhat of a familiar face. She’d only been there for a handful of months now, but her memory for faces hadn’t dwindled. With a small smile naturally sliding into place, she pushed off her resting spot and walked over. ”Hey there.” Josalyn greeted, hand resting on the counter top as she leaned. ”What can I do for you? Beer? Cider?” With a small jerk of her head she indicated a fixture up on the wall behind her. ”Or the shot wheel?” |
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Emmett was happy to pull the bartender's attention away from the television and towards herself, though not entirely for her desire to have a drink in her hands. Her grin widened when she came close, leaning in a little closer as she tilted her head to the side, even daring to glance at the wheel on the wall. It was far too early for shots, and she had a big job lined up in the morning. It was probably dangerous territory to dive into that.
Instead she let her eyes settle on the blonde again. "What do you recommend on tap?" She asked.
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If you don't know where you want to go,
Then it doesn't matter which path you take. What did she recommend? It was questions like those that always drew a smirk out of the bartender. That was a decent amount of trust being given to her to pick something that might be good to the patron. For all she knew, Josalyn could pick the worst drink they had and serve it with a smile. Not that she ever would, but the possibility always amused her. Blue eyes scanned for a moment before she tilted her head to the side, considering. ”For you? Hmm…” The other blonde didn’t strike her as someone coming in for something outrageously fancy. No, that didn’t seem right. After a few more seconds of a calculating stare, she finally decided on something. ”Planning on starting a tab?” Was all she said before Josalyn got up and went to prepare whatever drink she’d picked. Once she returned, she placed the glass on the counter in front of Emmett. It looked like some sort of beer. However, she only slid it across once she got payment in some form. Either way there was a small, vaguely mischievous smirk one her face. ”Give that a try.” She encouraged, heading over to put in the cost. |
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A smirk from a bartender was likely a dangerous game to play, but it only made Emmett's grin grow as she leaned against the counter, eyebrows quirking upward. "Yeah, why not?" She replied with a shrug, reaching into her back pocket and dragging out a card, setting it against the bar top for when she returned, and in the meantime she let her gaze linger on the blonde as she prepared a drink of question.
And when it was set in front of her, she laughed. It sounded like something of a dare, and Emmett was always one to hold up on any end of one. Fingers curled around the tall glass, holding it up like a sort of cheers to the woman that brought it to her before tilting it back and taking a long gulp without hesitation.
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