[ Forty-five minutes, as it turns out, was optimistic. It's at least an hour before she's able to return to his table. The place is packed with folks both hungry and thirsty. Bouncing from table to table like an arcade pinball, she's stopped to take drink orders, to check on drink orders, to check on food orders, to return something to the kitchen for having a hair in it, to answer questions about the band, to answer questions about her coworker, the hot bartender, the hotter bartender, herself—
It goes on and on.
When she does reappear, she's thrown a hoodie (rescued from the bar's lost and found a few days ago; she's not made of money) over her t-shirt and is balancing a little treasure trove of bar sundries in her arms. ]
This is for getting my keys back. I left without saying thanks.
[ Stated matter-of-factly, without a great deal of emotion, as she pushes a basket of hot dry wings his way. He looks like a wings guy. Definitely not a vegan, Nash would stake her life on it. ]
This is from the woman by the stage, with the red hair. She wanted you know her name is Kara.
[ An unopened, cold beer bottle is set down with a triumphant clink of glass on table. It's the same thing he's been drinking all night. ]
And these are mine, so— Hands off.
[ A basket of fresh nachos with every conceivable nacho topping known to man and dive bar alike, including an artery-clogging amount of melted fake cheese. She drops into the chair opposite Frank and starts to stuff her face. ]
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It goes on and on.
When she does reappear, she's thrown a hoodie (rescued from the bar's lost and found a few days ago; she's not made of money) over her t-shirt and is balancing a little treasure trove of bar sundries in her arms. ]
This is for getting my keys back. I left without saying thanks.
[ Stated matter-of-factly, without a great deal of emotion, as she pushes a basket of hot dry wings his way. He looks like a wings guy. Definitely not a vegan, Nash would stake her life on it. ]
This is from the woman by the stage, with the red hair. She wanted you know her name is Kara.
[ An unopened, cold beer bottle is set down with a triumphant clink of glass on table. It's the same thing he's been drinking all night. ]
And these are mine, so— Hands off.
[ A basket of fresh nachos with every conceivable nacho topping known to man and dive bar alike, including an artery-clogging amount of melted fake cheese. She drops into the chair opposite Frank and starts to stuff her face. ]