Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 7, 2016 10:22:07 GMT -6
It was nearing closing time and the bar had finally calmed down a little. Which wasn't surprisingly, given that it was Sunday and only the town drunks and a few teenagers stopped by. Emma fastned the tie holding her bun together before rubbing her hands off on her black jeans;
she would never get used to the constant smell of alcohol and sweat.
Placing the cleaned up glasses back into the cabinets, Emma hummed silently to herself to the tunes played over the stereo back at the stage. Thankfully, being so close to closing up, the music had been turned down, so you could actually hear yourself think.
"Last rounds, fellas. If you want to order something else, you better do so quickly," she called out to the few people still sitting by the bar.
Post by Scott O'Riley on Feb 7, 2016 10:55:55 GMT -6
Scott supposed he should have just stayed at the bar he worked at as opposed to going to one a couple blocks down to get his fix. But the bar he worked at didn't have a gorgeous blonde tending to his alcoholic needs. So once he locked up the bar, he made his way down.
He heard the last call called out and he went straight to the bar. "Got time for one bottle service?" He asked, rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbow as his eyes freely roamed on the woman.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 7, 2016 11:00:05 GMT -6
Turning towards the voice, Emma cocked her eyebrow at the male; who didn't exactly keep his eyes to himself. Thankfully, Emma was used to it. It happened quite a lot while tending the bar.
"Sure," she replied as she stepped closer. "What can I get you?" She offered him a friendly smile as she put the towel she'd used to clean the bar with down to the side and placed her hands on top of the bar and gave the boy, who happened to be the only one wanting a drink, her full attention.
Post by Scott O'Riley on Feb 7, 2016 11:20:24 GMT -6
"Whiskey." Scott answered, sliding over a few dollar bills more than the price of the bottle on the counter, leaning forward with his arms folded.
"Doing close up alone tonight?" He asked, using one hand to bring the bowl of peanuts close to him.
Scott was actually feeling a little tired but the thought of going home to an empty apartment wasn't as appealing as staying up until the sun shone through.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 7, 2016 13:00:49 GMT -6
"Neat or on the rocks?" she asked as she reached for a bottle of rather nice whiskey. She placed it in front of the guy along with an empty glass. She continued to scoop up the money and put the cost into the register.
"Nah," she began and jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "The owner's in tonight. He'll close up." As soon as the clock reached closing time, she was free.
Post by Scott O'Riley on Feb 7, 2016 20:56:30 GMT -6
Her question brought a quirk in the corner of his lips. "On the rocks. Please." He nodded and toyed with the glass. His eyes followed where her thumb went and he gave his acknowledgement in the form of a nod.
The blond's next question had Scott jerking his eyebrows up briefly, indicating that she was right on both accounts. "You would think in a town with more than ten bars that the people wouldn't just crowd one. We had a full house my whole shift. There was a reunion party in the middle of my shift that just ended ten minutes ago." He chuckled. "Uber is having a productive night tonight."
Tilting his head slightly to the side, he looked at her and wondered what it would look like with her hair down. "You have somewhere to be after clocking out?"
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 8, 2016 16:52:05 GMT -6
With a nod, Emma did as her customer wanted and dropped a few cubes of ice into the empty glass before pouring the whiskey into it. She left the bottle - as he'd ordered it, after all, and she couldn't really see the harm. They usually let people sit around and finish their drinks as long as they ordered it before the time was up.
"Ah," she smiled. "A fellow bartender, I take it?" She looked him over for a moment; he looked young, but maybe not as young as she'd first thought him to be. He was handsome too, in a kind of rugged way. "Well, that's usually the best way to earn a few extra bucks, so I guess it couldn't have been that bad," she offered lightly.
However, the next bit had the blonde snorting. "Oh, honey," she began, clearly amused. "You're adorable, but I'd eat you alive." She took a step back then, the amused smile turning into somewhat of a smirk as she loosened her hair from her bun and let it fall down her back.
Post by Scott O'Riley on Feb 9, 2016 8:36:33 GMT -6
Thanking her, Scott slid the glass over to him before picking it up and draining it. He poured the next one himself, nodding when her assessment of him was spot-on. "Sierra's Hub three blocks down. The owner's a single man in his forties and no one in his family is called Sierra." He shrugged with a "Go figure" look on his face before he downed the next glass in one shot.
Again, he shrugged when she made justifications to his situation, which he thought was fair, but the clean up afterwards was hell. And he had done most of the clean up while they were still partying. "Twenty cents to an hour extra? Not worth it." He chuckled, pouring another glass but letting it sit this time.
Her reaction to his question had him raising an eyebrow with a smirk. Ah, a girl with standards. A little condescending, but with a face like that, he didn't really take it to heart. "Maybe that's exactly what I want." He said, without breaking eye contact. But he did get his wish as she released her hair. Yeah, that was worth the snort.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 9, 2016 12:28:33 GMT -6
"Well, then it doesn't sound like you really need the money," she said with a sigh. "For us that do, however, twenty cents extra is a lot more than nothing." She needed all the money she could possibly get. Bartending probably wasn't the easiest way, but she didn't have a whole lot of other talents to pick from, and she didn't have a college education either.
She kept running her fingers through her hair and nodded at his words, yet couldn't quite keep the smirk off of her lips. "You're persistent; I'll give you that." But if she'd gone out with everyone that asked her during her shift, she'd have a lot less free time on her hands and she didn't have a whole lot to begin with.
"Tell you what," she began, putting her hands on the counter as she leaned forward. "If you can come up with something to say that'll impress me in six words or less, I'll give you a fair shot." She cocked her eyebrow in a challenging way before reaching the boy her hand to shake.
Post by Scott O'Riley on Feb 10, 2016 6:35:58 GMT -6
Scott had learned that being perceptive within interesting company had a lot of benefits. Of course, he also learned a lot from his high school friend about the art of reading people. What he could read off of the blonde bartender he had had the pleasure of meeting a few times, though she probably wouldn't have been able to pick him from the crowd, was that she was a proud woman.
She held herself on a high standard and would not accept anything but the best. That she became a bartender, though noble a profession, was not of consequence to her trying to get the best out of her life. It was merely a stepping stone.
All that ended up being a huge hindrance to Scott's ability to pick her up. He was quite certain that she spent day in and day out being leered at by lesser men and Scott was not about to be one of the few.
The challenge she issued, though enticing as it was, had Scott wondering whether she was worth it. He always thought a woman who thought of herself a little more than a pretty face was always worth it. Tonight, however, he will cut his losses. There's no harm in playing the long game. So he took her hand and instead of shaking it, he simply turned her hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, his eyes not breaking contact with hers.
"I show, I don't tell." He gave her a hint of a smirk and let her hand go. He took his glass and drained it before pouring himself another drink. "Are you in the business of joining your patrons for a nightcap? It's on me." He held his glass up and gave her a smile.
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Post by Emma Delacroix on Feb 25, 2016 14:01:11 GMT -6
She had to admit that the boy was smooth in his own right. He didn't seem like the type that backed down from a challenge and many women might have found that annoying, but Emma thought it was something to be respected. At least to a certain degree. People who went for what they wanted was always something she could look up to. Most people, or rather, most guys who hit on her, usually backed down after a challenge like that had been issued. The boy however, did not.
"Alright," she replied with a nod as she pulled her hand back and once more leaned against the bar counter. She didn't see a reason why not to. If anything, she could always expand her horizon of people that she knew around here - which was essentially only the people she worked with, and that hardly counted for anything.
"I'll be off in about..." She turned her head and looked at the clock. "About five minutes." She turned back towards him and shrugged her shoulders; She wondered if he'd bother waiting. There was only one way to find out, though. "Meet you by the door?"
Post by Scott O'Riley on Mar 1, 2016 21:30:49 GMT -6
A smirk curled up the side of his lips and he nodded. He could wait five minutes. He still had a bottle to his name.
Grabbing the bottle, he hopped off the stool and walked over the table nearest to the door so she could deal with closing up. He leaned against his chair and gave out a little sigh.
Scott was tired. It had been a long night. He was just hoping the night would at least end better than how it started. So he waited.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Mar 5, 2016 6:06:12 GMT -6
After five minutes had passed, Emma had packed up and finished her shift; And he was still waiting.
She wasn't sure why this surprised her, or if she was pleased by this. Heck, more than anything, she just felt... Not disappointed.
"Hey," she replied as she walked up to him. "Let's get out of here." Thankfully, she didn't have to lock up. The boss was in and he'd do that for her, so she could just up and leave and have no more worries for the night.
Post by Scott O'Riley on Mar 8, 2016 14:10:20 GMT -6
Hearing the blonde's voice had Scott turning and smirking, though he was secretly pleased she didn't just walk away. At least she wasn't playing a game. He didn't actually think he could score tonight but hey, small victories.
"Your place or mine?" Scott asked brazenly as he walked alongside her.
Post by Emma Delacroix on Mar 10, 2016 14:10:39 GMT -6
"Yours," she replied without missing a beat; her place was not exactly the kind of place you invited people over for. It was small and barely furnished. She didn't need a whole lot. Besides, it felt too personal. It was her safe place; hers.
Without waiting for a response, the blonde started moving towards the door. "I hope you have alcohol," she threw over her shoulder. Then, she turned to see if he was following or not, an eyebrow raised.