@✵ sera "One cosmo: coming up," Won responded, idly shaking out her hands while looking around for the absolut citron. The guys whose shift was before hers never put things back in the same place, much to her chagrin. She finally spotted it up on the wall, just out of reach enough to force her onto her tip-toes. After grabbing it, along with the other ingredients, she began putting them all into the shaker and glanced up to get a proper look at the woman. "Oh," she vocalized without really realizing it. "You're that model lady, right? Ryu....something." She trailed off lamely, really only remembering her surname since it was hers too.
@✵ won It was a hard day for sure being with a very temperamental photographer was never fun but today for some reason it hit harder. This caused for her to make her was over to the local bar g's. Still in hair and make up but wearing her track suit she wore coming into set this morning. It was a little off but she didnt care at all.
Walking into the bar sera had no doubt looks would be made. She was a rather well known model so this wasnt knew. But she ignored them taking a seat at the far end of the bar. Not paying any mind to them. That was until the shouting began this caused seras head to whip over into their direction then came the bartender with a bat.
When the girl hit the man with the bat as well as successfully scaring them out of the building sera found herself giggling softly to her self. It was a bit shocking but damn was it funny to see.
When the same girl came over to greet her sera smiles and sits up straighter. " may I have a cosmopolitan please?" She says sweetly flashing a bright grin
@✵ sera Still early in the night, G's was pretty quiet, save for the low murmur of voices from the men chatting in a corner booth and the clink of their glasses against the old wooden tables, all harmonizing with the low music playing from the speakers nestled around the bar. Seeking some sort of entertainment as the lone employee for this shift, Won had been hard at work mixing together a series of drinks in what she liked to call liquid death. Finally satisfied with it, she leaned against the counter and idly swirled the concoction with an excited grin akin to a kid about to eat their favorite dessert.
The 22-year-old briefly eyed the handful of patrons in the bar, making sure no one was low on drinks or getting into fights over pool and was happy to find that she could peacefully enjoy her drink. She idly sniffed the cup, instantly regretting it as the alcoholic vapors mingling together seemed to singe her nose. If it were a cartoon, she was sure they'd form a skull and cross bones.
"Oh ...okay, maybe not this one," she muttered to herself, decidedly setting the cup aside and picking up the bottle of water she'd been nursing instead. Not all of them could be winners. She took a few measured swigs, her gaze briefly trailing to the door as someone walked in. "Hey, welcome to G's," she greeted monotonously before catching movement in the corner of her eye that was soon coupled with commotion as a couple of the corner-booth guys got into a fight. The third fight that week.
Annoyance bubbled, coursing through her already acidic veins and she abandoned her water for the aluminum bat from under the bar before hoisting herself over to approach the table, gripping the bat so tightly her already pale knuckles went white. "Hey, s, take it somewhere else!" she yelled, only to be ignored as the fight and noise continued. A fist flew near her face, the wind displacing some of her hair in the front. Instead of trying again, she simply hit the nearest guy in the shoulder with her makeshift weapon.
The hollow thunk of the bat hitting muscle was immediately followed by a cry of pain and all sounds of the fight came to a stop along with it as each man turned their gaze onto her. The her victim stepped forward to retaliate, stretching out his arm to grab her only for her to turn the bat on it. Another thunk and another cry. "Don't ing touch me, first of all. Second, I'm not dealing with another police report this week unless it's /me/ going in the clink. Get gone or get dead, I promise you I've got nothing to lose." Her threat came out coldly, seriousness dripping from every syllable. The men exchanged glances before filing out on their own, one clutching his arm and muttering various expletives.
She let out a sigh after watching the last one leave and straightened her posture, tucking the disturbed hair behind her ear and going back to the bar, actually lifting the entry flap to go back. After discarding the bat, she regarded the woman with the barest minimum version of a customer service smile. "My bad, what can I start for you?"
