Author's Note: This is open rp for Megan to make connections with people. Friendships, lovers, enemies to drug links, everything is open!
She forgot how exhausting moving is. It's not just the damn necessities she needed to drag and order in her new apartment, it's her damn clothes. Megan was nothing if not a bit too proud of who she had become - both on the inside and on the outside. She went through hell and back in order to become what and who she is today. Her style reflected it. She was outgoing and bold, unashamed and unabashed.
First, it was growing accustomed to he weather in this place. Nights were not as bad, but during the day, it was difficult to do anything just mildly laborious, which made her move and arranging her things more of a pain in the ass, but she did it.
The place was definitely not as good as her previous residence, but Megan honestly did not are. Beggars can't be choosers and most importantly, she felt safer here than she had back in California or Nevada. Nobody knew who she was, making the possibility of someone coming onto her with threats on her life less likely.
Still, she couldn't bother to be in an enclosed space by herself after everything she's been through. So she decided to doll up and check out the place a little as the sun was setting. She wanted to see the environment and where the nearby shops are, hairdressers, restaurants and anything else that may be of need or interest down the line.
Craving a drink, Megan stopped at The Black Anchor bar to people watch and smoke a few cigarettes. She wanted to grow accustomed to the environment and the people if she is going to stay at this place.
She ordered herself a whiskey sour cocktail and lit her cigarette as she took out her new phone and almost like a muscle memory, she went to open her instagram, yet the app wasn't there. She sighed, remembering that for her safety she needed to delete her social media, all 200k of her followers. To the people of her recent past, she was gone. She told them that they will never know where she went and that it's for the best.
All the years she put her effort in... Her work, her life, her connections... But at the same time, being in a new place and surrounded by new people, it was fun and it was not something that Megan had a problem with.
She set her phone down, brought the cigarette to her lips and just absorbed her surroundings, committing everything to memory with the hopes that she would be able to start anew.
She forgot how exhausting moving is. It's not just the damn necessities she needed to drag and order in her new apartment, it's her damn clothes. Megan was nothing if not a bit too proud of who she had become - both on the inside and on the outside. She went through hell and back in order to become what and who she is today. Her style reflected it. She was outgoing and bold, unashamed and unabashed.
First, it was growing accustomed to he weather in this place. Nights were not as bad, but during the day, it was difficult to do anything just mildly laborious, which made her move and arranging her things more of a pain in the ass, but she did it.
The place was definitely not as good as her previous residence, but Megan honestly did not are. Beggars can't be choosers and most importantly, she felt safer here than she had back in California or Nevada. Nobody knew who she was, making the possibility of someone coming onto her with threats on her life less likely.
Still, she couldn't bother to be in an enclosed space by herself after everything she's been through. So she decided to doll up and check out the place a little as the sun was setting. She wanted to see the environment and where the nearby shops are, hairdressers, restaurants and anything else that may be of need or interest down the line.
Craving a drink, Megan stopped at The Black Anchor bar to people watch and smoke a few cigarettes. She wanted to grow accustomed to the environment and the people if she is going to stay at this place.
She ordered herself a whiskey sour cocktail and lit her cigarette as she took out her new phone and almost like a muscle memory, she went to open her instagram, yet the app wasn't there. She sighed, remembering that for her safety she needed to delete her social media, all 200k of her followers. To the people of her recent past, she was gone. She told them that they will never know where she went and that it's for the best.
All the years she put her effort in... Her work, her life, her connections... But at the same time, being in a new place and surrounded by new people, it was fun and it was not something that Megan had a problem with.
She set her phone down, brought the cigarette to her lips and just absorbed her surroundings, committing everything to memory with the hopes that she would be able to start anew.
Jax had been lounging a little after working with Vic on boards all day, and took several trips around the marina before he headed back to the apartment. He showered off the saw dust, and had been deciding what to do. He wasn’t a man to really stay in one place. He moved constantly. He had never truly settled and it was hard to keep himself still. So he dressed again in jeans, boots and a simple black shirt, grabbed his keys, and went out.
He hadn’t really decided what to do, and his animal was a little restless, but the walk was helping. He breathed in the air, and although it was half toxic with the chemicals, he could still smell the ocean underneath it. He missed the sea, and his crew but he was content to be on land for the moment. Shaking himself from the thought, he turned a corner and realized he wasn’t far from the bar. He smirked to himself at the name. The Black Anchor. It made him a little more nostalgic and he found himself reaching for the door.
Jax’s sharp eyes, so many shades of blue that didn’t have just one name, moved around the comfortable space as he made his way inside it. He was impressed with it, he wouldn’t lie. He had been in many, many bars over the years, both bad and good bars, and always loved that first view of them. He was in the middle of his survey, which had revealed a woman behind the bar when he smelled cigarette smoke. He turned his head towards it, and saw a woman sitting there.
Those sharp eyes moved over her, and what he saw made him raise an eyebrow in interest, but he also didn’t want to put her off or make her nervous. If she noticed him too, he would smile softly at her before he made his way to the bar, but stole glances at her occasionally to see if she’d be receptive while he waited to be acknowledged.
He hadn’t really decided what to do, and his animal was a little restless, but the walk was helping. He breathed in the air, and although it was half toxic with the chemicals, he could still smell the ocean underneath it. He missed the sea, and his crew but he was content to be on land for the moment. Shaking himself from the thought, he turned a corner and realized he wasn’t far from the bar. He smirked to himself at the name. The Black Anchor. It made him a little more nostalgic and he found himself reaching for the door.
Jax’s sharp eyes, so many shades of blue that didn’t have just one name, moved around the comfortable space as he made his way inside it. He was impressed with it, he wouldn’t lie. He had been in many, many bars over the years, both bad and good bars, and always loved that first view of them. He was in the middle of his survey, which had revealed a woman behind the bar when he smelled cigarette smoke. He turned his head towards it, and saw a woman sitting there.
Those sharp eyes moved over her, and what he saw made him raise an eyebrow in interest, but he also didn’t want to put her off or make her nervous. If she noticed him too, he would smile softly at her before he made his way to the bar, but stole glances at her occasionally to see if she’d be receptive while he waited to be acknowledged.
Megan watched out the open window as she absent-mindedly twirled the cigarette between her manicured fingers. It was quite peaceful and uneventful, which was a welcome pace, that was until she saw a figure pass by the window and enter the establishment.
She planned to people watch, to get to know the locals of this place passively as a shadow in the background, until he entered the bar and his head turned towards her. Their eyes met, the blues of their irises forming a wordless connection. She did not recoil from the intensity of his blue gaze, if anything, her own stare matched his own, both in interest and sharpness. Instead, Megan's lips stretched into a smirk before bringing the cigarette back between her red lips, her eyes unabashedly looking the man over. She was glad about one thing - there's some handsome men here, and that makes life so much more interesting.
As he moved towards the bar, she noticed that he was looking back and Megan offered him a smile. It wasn't the soft and warm smile, but like everything about her, there was a tinge of that edge even in that welcoming gesture.
Once their eyes met once more, Megan was done with the game an did a subtle, yet quite direct gesture - she moved her foot to the empty stool across her, moving it slightly as an invitation. He seemed like he was by himself like hers, and why wouldn't the two people like each other have some company?
She planned to people watch, to get to know the locals of this place passively as a shadow in the background, until he entered the bar and his head turned towards her. Their eyes met, the blues of their irises forming a wordless connection. She did not recoil from the intensity of his blue gaze, if anything, her own stare matched his own, both in interest and sharpness. Instead, Megan's lips stretched into a smirk before bringing the cigarette back between her red lips, her eyes unabashedly looking the man over. She was glad about one thing - there's some handsome men here, and that makes life so much more interesting.
As he moved towards the bar, she noticed that he was looking back and Megan offered him a smile. It wasn't the soft and warm smile, but like everything about her, there was a tinge of that edge even in that welcoming gesture.
Once their eyes met once more, Megan was done with the game an did a subtle, yet quite direct gesture - she moved her foot to the empty stool across her, moving it slightly as an invitation. He seemed like he was by himself like hers, and why wouldn't the two people like each other have some company?
She had opened up the bar earlier that day and let her employees run the front during the lull period. Between the regulars and a few random that came at the opening, Sadie knew her they could handle it. She had been in her office working on paperwork when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up and saw one of the bartender who looked like they were on their last limb say they needed to go home. She nodded in agreement after telling them not to come back unless they were one hundred percent certain that they were well. She soon got up from her desk and exited her office to head behind the bar. She would be making the drinks the rest of the day due to being low on staff as it was.
She walked behind the bar after she checked on her current patrons before walking behind the bar. When she reached behind the counter, she heard the front door alert of a new arrival. She noticed a woman in all black step in and start canvassing the atmosphere. She smiled in a friendly, inviting way towards the newcomer to let the woman know all was welcome. Soon, she walked up to the bar, Sadie heard her order a whiskey sour and started making the new arrivals drink. When she finished, she grabbed a coaster and walked to where the lady sat. She placed the coaster down, followed by her drink and... "Hi there, Lovely. What is your method of payment today?" She smiled at the woman and waited for her response and acted accordingly with what would be given to her. "I am Sadie, by the way. If you need anything else, just holler for me." She saw the lady pull out a phone and cigarettes, so she quietly grabbed a clean ash tray and indiscreetly place it next to her and moved away.
She stepped away from then the dark-haired female and started placing the liquor back when she heard the front door open again. She looked over her shoulder and saw a familiar face, though he was alone this time and smirked. She saw him check out the newcomer and chuckled softly at him. He had come to the up to the bar, so she walked over to where he had been and asked. "What is your drink of choice this evening, Pretty Boy?" She didn't say this out of malice, but playfully as her smile spread across her face to show she was teasing him. "Or would you like bartender's choice?" She raised an eyebrow at him in a challenge with a smirk in her face as she waited for his order. After he would place his order, she would make the beverages and have it placed in front of him.
She walked behind the bar after she checked on her current patrons before walking behind the bar. When she reached behind the counter, she heard the front door alert of a new arrival. She noticed a woman in all black step in and start canvassing the atmosphere. She smiled in a friendly, inviting way towards the newcomer to let the woman know all was welcome. Soon, she walked up to the bar, Sadie heard her order a whiskey sour and started making the new arrivals drink. When she finished, she grabbed a coaster and walked to where the lady sat. She placed the coaster down, followed by her drink and... "Hi there, Lovely. What is your method of payment today?" She smiled at the woman and waited for her response and acted accordingly with what would be given to her. "I am Sadie, by the way. If you need anything else, just holler for me." She saw the lady pull out a phone and cigarettes, so she quietly grabbed a clean ash tray and indiscreetly place it next to her and moved away.
She stepped away from then the dark-haired female and started placing the liquor back when she heard the front door open again. She looked over her shoulder and saw a familiar face, though he was alone this time and smirked. She saw him check out the newcomer and chuckled softly at him. He had come to the up to the bar, so she walked over to where he had been and asked. "What is your drink of choice this evening, Pretty Boy?" She didn't say this out of malice, but playfully as her smile spread across her face to show she was teasing him. "Or would you like bartender's choice?" She raised an eyebrow at him in a challenge with a smirk in her face as she waited for his order. After he would place his order, she would make the beverages and have it placed in front of him.
As Jax stood there, his eyes wondered back to that woman at the table. He liked a bit of a cat and mouse game, but when he turned back the next time, he saw her foot subtly, yet directly, moving the stool next to her. His lips split into a grin, and he turned first to Sadie, who was staring at him. He chuckled at his nickname. “Hello, darlin’.” He said cheerfully, leaning his body on the bar. “Just a neat rum tonight. And whatever she is having.” He indicated the hot woman not far from him, and then waited for his drinks.
After handing over his credit card, securing his drink, and another one for her, he grinned at Sadie. “Thank you. I’ll be back for more of these.” Which was also his way of telling her he would be her a while. With a playful wink to her, he then made his way over to the bar stool, and slid the drink down infront of her as he sat in the stool beside her. He smirked as he looked her up and down. “I’d have offered to just buy you that drink, but honestly. I’d rather have it with you.” He said honestly as he smiled softly at her, his eyes moving back to hers. “I’m Jax.”
He leaned back in the stool, letting his body stretch out slightly. He couldn’t help as his eyes moved down to those vicious looking nails, but he swallowed the potential excitement as he looked back to her again. After a moment, he laughed softly. “You do realize I’ve caught you staring more than once, right? Dare I ask what it is you’re wondering?”
After handing over his credit card, securing his drink, and another one for her, he grinned at Sadie. “Thank you. I’ll be back for more of these.” Which was also his way of telling her he would be her a while. With a playful wink to her, he then made his way over to the bar stool, and slid the drink down infront of her as he sat in the stool beside her. He smirked as he looked her up and down. “I’d have offered to just buy you that drink, but honestly. I’d rather have it with you.” He said honestly as he smiled softly at her, his eyes moving back to hers. “I’m Jax.”
He leaned back in the stool, letting his body stretch out slightly. He couldn’t help as his eyes moved down to those vicious looking nails, but he swallowed the potential excitement as he looked back to her again. After a moment, he laughed softly. “You do realize I’ve caught you staring more than once, right? Dare I ask what it is you’re wondering?”
Victor was a self proclaimed beach bum. He owned a surf shop where he carved all the boards by hand and sold them to local shops to sell to the tourists. He didn't make much money, but he didn't need much money for the lifestyle he had chosen for himself. He was on an extended holiday from being a chef and loved not having the pressures of the kitchen on his shoulders.
Days like today made him happy. He had paled around with his buddy Jax both in the shop and out on the waves. Jax had left the beach to shower, while Victor picked a spot in the sand and let the sun warm and dry his skin. This was his peace. But even peace got boring. Victor gathered up the boards and carried them back to his shop. He hosed off the salt water and hung the boards on a rack to dry. He then went into his shop to work a little more.
When his hands were sore from sanding down the board, he glanced at the clock and thought he would grab a shower in the apartment he shared with Jax. When he arrived, he noticed Jax wasn't around. Victor grabbed a shower to wash off the salt, sweat, and sawdust he was covered in. Victor lived in board shorts and not much else. His skin was a golden bronze and his brown hair was so sun bleached it looked closer to a dirty blonde.
Knowing he didn't have nice clothes, he opened Jax's closet and started going through this shirts. He found one he liked. It was a graphic tee and looked hella comfortable. He managed to get it on but the broadness of his chest and the circumference of his biceps caused the shirt to stretch a little too much. Luckily, only one of the sleeves tore before he got it off. He tried on a few more shirts, one possibly two more tearing a bit, before he found one that fit him. It was snug but not in danger of tearing. Next came the pants. When Vic realized his calve would go no further, he gave up the pants idea and went to get a pair of his own board shorts. He stepped into some thongs and headed out the door. If Jax wasn't on the beach, he was in the bar.
He whistled to himself as he wandered down the street to The Black Anchor. When he entered he spotted his buddy at the bar...with a girl. Jax was always with a girl. Vic knew better than to disturb Jax when he was on the prowl. Victor put a few seats between himself and the couple?
He waited for Sadie to make any requested drinks and come down his way. When she did, Vic wore his normal smile and greeted her in his thick Australian accent. "Hey ya, Sadie. In the mood to make me a fruity drink?"
Days like today made him happy. He had paled around with his buddy Jax both in the shop and out on the waves. Jax had left the beach to shower, while Victor picked a spot in the sand and let the sun warm and dry his skin. This was his peace. But even peace got boring. Victor gathered up the boards and carried them back to his shop. He hosed off the salt water and hung the boards on a rack to dry. He then went into his shop to work a little more.
When his hands were sore from sanding down the board, he glanced at the clock and thought he would grab a shower in the apartment he shared with Jax. When he arrived, he noticed Jax wasn't around. Victor grabbed a shower to wash off the salt, sweat, and sawdust he was covered in. Victor lived in board shorts and not much else. His skin was a golden bronze and his brown hair was so sun bleached it looked closer to a dirty blonde.
Knowing he didn't have nice clothes, he opened Jax's closet and started going through this shirts. He found one he liked. It was a graphic tee and looked hella comfortable. He managed to get it on but the broadness of his chest and the circumference of his biceps caused the shirt to stretch a little too much. Luckily, only one of the sleeves tore before he got it off. He tried on a few more shirts, one possibly two more tearing a bit, before he found one that fit him. It was snug but not in danger of tearing. Next came the pants. When Vic realized his calve would go no further, he gave up the pants idea and went to get a pair of his own board shorts. He stepped into some thongs and headed out the door. If Jax wasn't on the beach, he was in the bar.
He whistled to himself as he wandered down the street to The Black Anchor. When he entered he spotted his buddy at the bar...with a girl. Jax was always with a girl. Vic knew better than to disturb Jax when he was on the prowl. Victor put a few seats between himself and the couple?
He waited for Sadie to make any requested drinks and come down his way. When she did, Vic wore his normal smile and greeted her in his thick Australian accent. "Hey ya, Sadie. In the mood to make me a fruity drink?"
Megan's attention was turned towards the friendly and pretty bartender that approached her as Megan made her order. "Hello, love. It'll be cash. Here's for the first round." Megan handed her money, looking forward to trying out a cocktail in this new place. Mega was the type to indulge in drinks and finding new favorite places to visit and kill her time, whether alone or with company, whoever that may be in this place.
And today, it was a handsome and inked up fellow who got the hint and approached her as he placed the drinks on the table, noting the cocktail that he brought her. Megan chuckled that he could've bought her a drink, instead he'd rather spend some time with her, to which she shrugged coyly, though in a playful manner. "Gets a little lonely when you're in a new place by yourself. So I could use a little company myself." she stated.
She noted another person, a man with a long hair, walking into the bar, and just like the an who was keeping her company, it seemed that this is a local place, where people come to often. She noted this mentally for the future.
"Megan." she introduced herself next, now attention fully only on Jax as he took his seat. There was a short moment of silence as the two regarded each other, with Megan blowing the smoke of her cigarette, grinning with that playful and coy nature completely gone. He was confident, which Megan mirrored, pointing at him. "You're the one talking and seem pretty damn delighted about that fact. Besides, why would someone expect of me not to appreciate good looking people?" she said nonchalantly. This went for both men and women, and Megan had no shame or reservations about admitting it.
And today, it was a handsome and inked up fellow who got the hint and approached her as he placed the drinks on the table, noting the cocktail that he brought her. Megan chuckled that he could've bought her a drink, instead he'd rather spend some time with her, to which she shrugged coyly, though in a playful manner. "Gets a little lonely when you're in a new place by yourself. So I could use a little company myself." she stated.
She noted another person, a man with a long hair, walking into the bar, and just like the an who was keeping her company, it seemed that this is a local place, where people come to often. She noted this mentally for the future.
"Megan." she introduced herself next, now attention fully only on Jax as he took his seat. There was a short moment of silence as the two regarded each other, with Megan blowing the smoke of her cigarette, grinning with that playful and coy nature completely gone. He was confident, which Megan mirrored, pointing at him. "You're the one talking and seem pretty damn delighted about that fact. Besides, why would someone expect of me not to appreciate good looking people?" she said nonchalantly. This went for both men and women, and Megan had no shame or reservations about admitting it.
Jax appreciated a woman who challenged and matched him. He noted her name, Megan, and listened as she spoke to him. She called him out playfully, and it made him laugh. “Well, you got me there.” He admitted, but eyed her again when she called him good-looking, and asked him a question. “I think it would be a travesty if you didn’t notice.” He responded in thought as he took down more of his drink.
He was pleased to see that the shy and coyness had melted away. It allowed him to be a little more open himself. He was about to speak again when Jax heard the bell chime. Reflex hit as the change in sound had him looking around to assess the new. He then smelt the unmistakable scent of Vic, who he knew he didn’t have to acknowledge right away, but a quick glance had him doing another as he realized….Vic was wearing his shirt, and it was so tight, Jax honestly was not sure how in the hell Vic was breathing.
He watched him for a minute, debating and processing what he was seeing, but rather than being irritated, he decided to deal with it later. He shook his head as he turned back to Megan, and made eye contact with her again. He smirked at her as his attention focused on her completely. “So, tell me, are we drinking for celebration, or are you always just this stunning?” He asked her as his eyes made a slow track down her body then another one back up to her eyes, both playful and genuinely curious.
He was pleased to see that the shy and coyness had melted away. It allowed him to be a little more open himself. He was about to speak again when Jax heard the bell chime. Reflex hit as the change in sound had him looking around to assess the new. He then smelt the unmistakable scent of Vic, who he knew he didn’t have to acknowledge right away, but a quick glance had him doing another as he realized….Vic was wearing his shirt, and it was so tight, Jax honestly was not sure how in the hell Vic was breathing.
He watched him for a minute, debating and processing what he was seeing, but rather than being irritated, he decided to deal with it later. He shook his head as he turned back to Megan, and made eye contact with her again. He smirked at her as his attention focused on her completely. “So, tell me, are we drinking for celebration, or are you always just this stunning?” He asked her as his eyes made a slow track down her body then another one back up to her eyes, both playful and genuinely curious.
She chuckled at Jax as he slid her his card, and she winked at him. "You got it." She had already given him his drinks and took the card as she saw him walk over to the pretty dark-haired woman. She would keep an eye on their drinks so she could periodically make sure they stayed filled. She went and did another round and checked on the rest of the patrons as she waited for any incoming new arrivals.
Just as she thought that, the door chimed again, and she looked up towards the entrance. Her eyes met that of Vic and she subtly looked him over with her first thought being, how difficult will that be getting off of him? She chuckled softly at the thought and smiled brightly at him. She saw him looking at 'Pretty Boy', and the one she now heard was named Megan. He came towards the bar counter and kept a safe distance from the couple. As she stepped to where he was, she placed a coaster on the counter in front of him. "Hey, Kiwi. I sure can get you something fruity." She winked at him and walked over to the back counter and made him a Blue Hawaiian, knowing he seemed to like rum from the previous bonfire.
She made his drink and headed back over towards him as she looked directly at him. "Here you go, Vic. I hope this will suffice for your first drink this evening. It's a blue Hawaiian." She smiled and placed the alcoholic beverage on his coaster. She broke her gaze and looked around to see if anyone needed her, but noticed everyone seemed content at the moment. So, she decided to keep Vic company and have a casual conversation with him. "How was your day, Kiwi?" She asked him sincerely, though she really had wanted to ask how long it took to get into his shirt. But, she still may end up asking him at one point in the evening, even though it would be out of jest.
Just as she thought that, the door chimed again, and she looked up towards the entrance. Her eyes met that of Vic and she subtly looked him over with her first thought being, how difficult will that be getting off of him? She chuckled softly at the thought and smiled brightly at him. She saw him looking at 'Pretty Boy', and the one she now heard was named Megan. He came towards the bar counter and kept a safe distance from the couple. As she stepped to where he was, she placed a coaster on the counter in front of him. "Hey, Kiwi. I sure can get you something fruity." She winked at him and walked over to the back counter and made him a Blue Hawaiian, knowing he seemed to like rum from the previous bonfire.
She made his drink and headed back over towards him as she looked directly at him. "Here you go, Vic. I hope this will suffice for your first drink this evening. It's a blue Hawaiian." She smiled and placed the alcoholic beverage on his coaster. She broke her gaze and looked around to see if anyone needed her, but noticed everyone seemed content at the moment. So, she decided to keep Vic company and have a casual conversation with him. "How was your day, Kiwi?" She asked him sincerely, though she really had wanted to ask how long it took to get into his shirt. But, she still may end up asking him at one point in the evening, even though it would be out of jest.
The day had mostly been spent in her room, almost as if she was unsure of if she'd really had a space of her own yet. The feeling didn't leave, and it probably wouldn't for a while, so she decided she should get out and head somewhere. It was around then that her need for alcohol started nagging her. Luckily, her addiction wasn't horrible, but she'd get irritable pretty soon if she didn't listen to her body.
Scrounging around through her belongings, she was able to come up with a few loose dollars - enough for one, maybe two drinks if she were lucky. She pressed her fingers to her temples, heaving a bit of a sigh as if she was trying to figure out if it was worth it. The immediate pang from her head as if it was an answer to her thoughts was enough to get her back on her feet to head out of the door. She paused just before the entrance, looking down and contemplating for a moment before ultimately deciding it would be in her best interest to change. Her outfit was incredibly lazy - a gray hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants that she'd only ever wear when she either didn't plan to be out for long, or if she was resting in those disgusting shelter beds that lacked privacy. She did her makeup, something simple and a bit more natural compared to what she usually goes for and changed into a different and more revealing outfit. Her original plan was to get a couple of drinks and then dip, but maybe it would be good to mingle a little bit.
Finally, she stepped out of her apartment, tucking her keys into her cheap purse as she made her way to the bar. Heels clicking confidently down the sketchy town's sidewalk could be heard echoing off the walls as Dani approached her destination. She'd heard stories of the rising crime rate before moving, but truthfully it was not something she worried about. Not that she was fearless, but she'd gone through things that numbed her to most feelings when they were not right in her face.
The door to the Black Anchor Bar swung open, and her heels clicked hurriedly against the floor as she made her way up to the bar like she was in a rush. She placed the few dollars that she had on the counter, her eyes finding the bartender's with a sense of need behind them before she began to speak. "Anything, please. I'll take whatever this can get me. Something sweet preferably, but really anything works." She kept her composure in her face no matter how much her eyes betrayed her as she took a seat at an empty barstool, tapping anxiously on the counter while she began looking around.
Scrounging around through her belongings, she was able to come up with a few loose dollars - enough for one, maybe two drinks if she were lucky. She pressed her fingers to her temples, heaving a bit of a sigh as if she was trying to figure out if it was worth it. The immediate pang from her head as if it was an answer to her thoughts was enough to get her back on her feet to head out of the door. She paused just before the entrance, looking down and contemplating for a moment before ultimately deciding it would be in her best interest to change. Her outfit was incredibly lazy - a gray hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants that she'd only ever wear when she either didn't plan to be out for long, or if she was resting in those disgusting shelter beds that lacked privacy. She did her makeup, something simple and a bit more natural compared to what she usually goes for and changed into a different and more revealing outfit. Her original plan was to get a couple of drinks and then dip, but maybe it would be good to mingle a little bit.
Her outfit, if you care to see it
Finally, she stepped out of her apartment, tucking her keys into her cheap purse as she made her way to the bar. Heels clicking confidently down the sketchy town's sidewalk could be heard echoing off the walls as Dani approached her destination. She'd heard stories of the rising crime rate before moving, but truthfully it was not something she worried about. Not that she was fearless, but she'd gone through things that numbed her to most feelings when they were not right in her face.
The door to the Black Anchor Bar swung open, and her heels clicked hurriedly against the floor as she made her way up to the bar like she was in a rush. She placed the few dollars that she had on the counter, her eyes finding the bartender's with a sense of need behind them before she began to speak. "Anything, please. I'll take whatever this can get me. Something sweet preferably, but really anything works." She kept her composure in her face no matter how much her eyes betrayed her as she took a seat at an empty barstool, tapping anxiously on the counter while she began looking around.
Megan laughed softly as he stated that it would've been a travesty if she didn't notice notice, leaning into him with a nudge of her shoulder against is. "Blasphemy, even." she added to the lighthearted joke. Megan had no problem with being completely herself around absolute strangers. Anywhere is home when you're fully comfortable in your own skin. It was a lesson that was learned the hard way, but such lessons once learned, kind of set you up for life, with it's own challenges.
She grinned at him when he asked if this was a celebration or if she always looked this stunning, to which Megan raised her glass. "You will never see me in any other version of myself but the best, love." she gave him a wink before pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"On a more serious note, this is actually my first day here in Florida. I had moved here a couple of hours ago in Sunset condos. I am still learning a little about the environment and the people of this place. Kind of starting anew, you know?" she shared a little. If she was gonna stay here for whatever amount of time, knowing people would be quite preferable. Being alone can really suck sometimes, especially in a place that is completely unknown to you, no matter how confident and comfortable you may be.
She grinned at him when he asked if this was a celebration or if she always looked this stunning, to which Megan raised her glass. "You will never see me in any other version of myself but the best, love." she gave him a wink before pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"On a more serious note, this is actually my first day here in Florida. I had moved here a couple of hours ago in Sunset condos. I am still learning a little about the environment and the people of this place. Kind of starting anew, you know?" she shared a little. If she was gonna stay here for whatever amount of time, knowing people would be quite preferable. Being alone can really suck sometimes, especially in a place that is completely unknown to you, no matter how confident and comfortable you may be.
When she leaned into him and leaned her shoulder against his, he nudged her back in that same playful energy, but she might notice if she touched his skin at all that he was quite a bit hotter than a regular human would be. He laughed lightly at her comment, and tilted his glass towards her. “Good thing we’re not going to hell today.” He winked at her, then playfully added; “Well, at least, not yet. Night’s still young, after all.” And what trouble they could get into, he thought before he pulled his mind out of the gutter and back to what she was saying.
He smirked again when she told him he wouldn’t catch her in anything less than her best. “I imagine even what you consider your worst version is still just as gorgeous.” Obviously, He didn’t know if this was actually true or not, but he liked to imagine it anyways. He smiled at her then as he took down the rest of his first drink, and set the glass aside as he turned to her as she spoke.
She got a little more serious with him, and he focused in on her works. As much of a surprise as it may be, Jax was an amazing listener. He had a way of not just hearing the words, but the intent and emotion behind them. Perhaps that was a result of his life-long job, but it made him good for situations where someone needed an ear. He shut up and listened until she was finished, and nodded a little as he thought about her words. “Oh you’re brand new. That explains why I haven’t seen you before. Well, uh. I can help a bit with the people situation. I know some of these guys pretty well. Actually, if you want the best chance of meeting everyone, you should come by the beach some time. We throw bonfires every week at night for a party, and a bunch of us get together in the mornings to surf, run or just hang out for breakfast. You’d be more than welcome to come and hang out with us, if you wanted too.” He smiled then, showing it was meant to be a friendly offer to meet more people, even if he did want to spend more time with her too.
He smirked again when she told him he wouldn’t catch her in anything less than her best. “I imagine even what you consider your worst version is still just as gorgeous.” Obviously, He didn’t know if this was actually true or not, but he liked to imagine it anyways. He smiled at her then as he took down the rest of his first drink, and set the glass aside as he turned to her as she spoke.
She got a little more serious with him, and he focused in on her works. As much of a surprise as it may be, Jax was an amazing listener. He had a way of not just hearing the words, but the intent and emotion behind them. Perhaps that was a result of his life-long job, but it made him good for situations where someone needed an ear. He shut up and listened until she was finished, and nodded a little as he thought about her words. “Oh you’re brand new. That explains why I haven’t seen you before. Well, uh. I can help a bit with the people situation. I know some of these guys pretty well. Actually, if you want the best chance of meeting everyone, you should come by the beach some time. We throw bonfires every week at night for a party, and a bunch of us get together in the mornings to surf, run or just hang out for breakfast. You’d be more than welcome to come and hang out with us, if you wanted too.” He smiled then, showing it was meant to be a friendly offer to meet more people, even if he did want to spend more time with her too.
He wouldn't call the shirt uncomfortable, though the way he kept rolling his shoulders and flexing his back would say otherwise. He would have just pulled it off but he was pretty sure Sadie would throw him out on his backside. Victor grinned and cocked his head at Sadie as she delivered the fruity cocktail. "Did ya jus' call me a Kiwi?" He let out a big bear laugh and smacked the bar lightly. "That's funny," he said as he leaned down to take a sip of the drink Sadie had just set down in front of him. But before his lips even touched the straw he stopped.
He recognized the tenor of her voice and the desperation behind them. He looked down at his drink when she asked for whatever her cash would get her. Vic had known plenty of fine sailors who had become slaves to the bottle. He was no therapist or counselor, but he knew what he was about to do was enabling a deadly behavior. He looked at Sadie and stood up from the bar stool, catching her eye with his movement. He shook his head, letting her know not to start making the new fruity drink. He picked up the untouched Blue Hawaiian drink and headed to the girl on the other side of the bar.
He didn't touch her, he was very careful about that. He stood to her side and placed the drink in front of her and in a thick Australian accent said, "It's me favorite drink." He then placed his hand on the money she had placed on the counter to purchase her drink and slid it towards her. "Use this to get yourself some food." He offered her a gentle smile and moved away from her and started removing the too small shirt he had borrowed.
It might have ripped a little in the arm pit as he worked it slowly over his head. He placed it on Jax's shoulder as he passed by. He whispered, "Sorry," so softly as he didn't want to disturb the conversation. He then headed towards the door. "G'night, friends," and he left the bar. His place really was on the beach.
He recognized the tenor of her voice and the desperation behind them. He looked down at his drink when she asked for whatever her cash would get her. Vic had known plenty of fine sailors who had become slaves to the bottle. He was no therapist or counselor, but he knew what he was about to do was enabling a deadly behavior. He looked at Sadie and stood up from the bar stool, catching her eye with his movement. He shook his head, letting her know not to start making the new fruity drink. He picked up the untouched Blue Hawaiian drink and headed to the girl on the other side of the bar.
He didn't touch her, he was very careful about that. He stood to her side and placed the drink in front of her and in a thick Australian accent said, "It's me favorite drink." He then placed his hand on the money she had placed on the counter to purchase her drink and slid it towards her. "Use this to get yourself some food." He offered her a gentle smile and moved away from her and started removing the too small shirt he had borrowed.
It might have ripped a little in the arm pit as he worked it slowly over his head. He placed it on Jax's shoulder as he passed by. He whispered, "Sorry," so softly as he didn't want to disturb the conversation. He then headed towards the door. "G'night, friends," and he left the bar. His place really was on the beach.
When she heard the boisterous laugh, her smile grew wider. "I sure did. It's my name for you." She chuckled and gave him a wink as she listened to him laugh. She was just about to get say something else but was stopped when the door chimed again, signaling another patron. Her gaze broke from his as a raven haired young woman entered the establishment and, like a heat seeking missile, head straight for the bar.
She heard the plea and then saw the woman put all she had down on the counter to buy herself a drink. Sadie could tell just from the tone that the girl was in need and quite possibly an addict. Though she thought this to herself, she didn't judge nor would she dismiss her, but she would watch her. Not out of distrust but concern for the girl. She was just about to reply to the new arrival, but Vic stood up and slid his drink towards the girl and told her to keep her money for food. Sadie saw the look he gave her and understood. She gave him a grateful smile. Then, he watched him pay for his drink that he gave the girl and looked like he was about to leave.
She started snickering when he took off his shirt and then cackled when she heard it rip. "I knew that would happen." She mumbled to herself and kept chuckling at the bulky man that finally got out of the confines of the tight shirt he wore. When he laid it on Jax's shoulder, she couldn't help but guffaw at him, not expecting him to do that. She waved at Vic as he left and got her emotions under control before returning to the new girl. "If you need anything else, my name is Sadie. Just give me a holler." She gave a sincere smile at the new girl and did another round to check on her patrons.
She heard the plea and then saw the woman put all she had down on the counter to buy herself a drink. Sadie could tell just from the tone that the girl was in need and quite possibly an addict. Though she thought this to herself, she didn't judge nor would she dismiss her, but she would watch her. Not out of distrust but concern for the girl. She was just about to reply to the new arrival, but Vic stood up and slid his drink towards the girl and told her to keep her money for food. Sadie saw the look he gave her and understood. She gave him a grateful smile. Then, he watched him pay for his drink that he gave the girl and looked like he was about to leave.
She started snickering when he took off his shirt and then cackled when she heard it rip. "I knew that would happen." She mumbled to herself and kept chuckling at the bulky man that finally got out of the confines of the tight shirt he wore. When he laid it on Jax's shoulder, she couldn't help but guffaw at him, not expecting him to do that. She waved at Vic as he left and got her emotions under control before returning to the new girl. "If you need anything else, my name is Sadie. Just give me a holler." She gave a sincere smile at the new girl and did another round to check on her patrons.
Megan had noted just how warm Jax was. While it would be kind of expected in this climate to absorb the tropical heat, he was drastically warmer to the point that she had noticed. It was a passing thought, a brief and curious thought that wouldn't linger to much in her mind - though it was definitely something that Megan had noticed.
She chuckled when he flattered her further, their unfiltered flirtation kept up the pace between the two of them. "My my, if flattery will get you anywhere was a person, it would have charming smile and killer eyes like you." she winked back at him, liking Jax so far, though she wanted to play and prod a little more before she decided where the night takes her, or well - them.
Megan had also noted how attentive he was when she had turned the conversation to a bit more serious topic, he wasn't just there to try his luck to get in her pants, not that she would hold it against him if that were the case. But it was a detail she was appreciative of, seeing the attentiveness in his eyes as she spoke. She was excited about the idea going to the beach when they arrange some hangouts, which will be a perfect opportunity for her to meet more people. "I would love to. Let me know when they make those arrangements, I have yet to wear my new swimsuit." she said with a big smile.
Just as she moved her hand to pull out another cigarette, she noticed the long-haired man with notably tight t-shirt that he started taking off in the middle of the bar as he walked towards their table. Megan watched him with obvious confusion, with her lips parted and brows furrowed, almost shaking her head in disbelief as the shirt ripped. She watched completely flabbergasted as he just approached Jax as he laid the shirt on his shoulder and jus left the bar.
Megan did not say a word, instead she just looked at Jax as if she was waiting for an explanation of what just happened. This was perhaps he most random thing she had witnessed in a long time.
She chuckled when he flattered her further, their unfiltered flirtation kept up the pace between the two of them. "My my, if flattery will get you anywhere was a person, it would have charming smile and killer eyes like you." she winked back at him, liking Jax so far, though she wanted to play and prod a little more before she decided where the night takes her, or well - them.
Megan had also noted how attentive he was when she had turned the conversation to a bit more serious topic, he wasn't just there to try his luck to get in her pants, not that she would hold it against him if that were the case. But it was a detail she was appreciative of, seeing the attentiveness in his eyes as she spoke. She was excited about the idea going to the beach when they arrange some hangouts, which will be a perfect opportunity for her to meet more people. "I would love to. Let me know when they make those arrangements, I have yet to wear my new swimsuit." she said with a big smile.
Just as she moved her hand to pull out another cigarette, she noticed the long-haired man with notably tight t-shirt that he started taking off in the middle of the bar as he walked towards their table. Megan watched him with obvious confusion, with her lips parted and brows furrowed, almost shaking her head in disbelief as the shirt ripped. She watched completely flabbergasted as he just approached Jax as he laid the shirt on his shoulder and jus left the bar.
Megan did not say a word, instead she just looked at Jax as if she was waiting for an explanation of what just happened. This was perhaps he most random thing she had witnessed in a long time.
Her mannerisms never appeared to her as obvious as they seemed to present themselves to others. She'd only ever find out when other people reacted, which a few people in the bar had seemed to already. She was waiting for her drink, albeit impatiently, when she noticed a presence appear beside her and a drink land in front of her. She turned to acknowledge the man, eyeing him as if she was wondering why he would do something like that. An emotion began rising inside of her that she couldn't quite place. Embarrassment, maybe, or guilt. Was she being too obvious or something?
"Um...thank you." she said, her voice quiet as if she were engaging in a private conversation. She wanted to say more. Say that she'd pay him back or lie and make up some excuse for why this wasn't what it looked like. But the words never even found the tip of her tongue before he wasn't in earshot anymore. She reluctantly turned back to the bartender, giving an appreciative nod as she introduced herself and displayed hospitality. "Nice to meet you, Sadie. I'm Dani." She then looked down at the drink. Of course, there was a bit of mystery behind it, because she wasn't watching it the entire time, but that wasn't going to stop her from drinking it.
It started off with a few delicate sips in an attempt to appear normal, but it quickly developed into gulps as her body craved the buzzing feeling of alcohol. She finally set the drink down, placing her knuckles in between her eyebrows and lowering her head for a few moments before flipping her hair back and taking in a breath as if she'd regained her energy. Her eyes wandered to the money she'd saved and contemplated whether or not she should just get another drink anyway. Sure, the stranger had wanted her to use it on food, but how would he know? He left. Sure, she would feel guilty, but she was used to being hard on herself. "Could I get another, please?" she requested, sliding the money back across the counter.
"Um...thank you." she said, her voice quiet as if she were engaging in a private conversation. She wanted to say more. Say that she'd pay him back or lie and make up some excuse for why this wasn't what it looked like. But the words never even found the tip of her tongue before he wasn't in earshot anymore. She reluctantly turned back to the bartender, giving an appreciative nod as she introduced herself and displayed hospitality. "Nice to meet you, Sadie. I'm Dani." She then looked down at the drink. Of course, there was a bit of mystery behind it, because she wasn't watching it the entire time, but that wasn't going to stop her from drinking it.
It started off with a few delicate sips in an attempt to appear normal, but it quickly developed into gulps as her body craved the buzzing feeling of alcohol. She finally set the drink down, placing her knuckles in between her eyebrows and lowering her head for a few moments before flipping her hair back and taking in a breath as if she'd regained her energy. Her eyes wandered to the money she'd saved and contemplated whether or not she should just get another drink anyway. Sure, the stranger had wanted her to use it on food, but how would he know? He left. Sure, she would feel guilty, but she was used to being hard on herself. "Could I get another, please?" she requested, sliding the money back across the counter.
He was finally feeling better after a close brush with death a few days ago. He had been resting and healing for a while now but was getting tired of his penthouse apartment. Sadie was working at the bar tonight and he thought it might be fun to surprise her with a visit. He had only ever approached her at the bar once and it was the night that had changed the trajectory of both of their lives. They had been together every day since they had officially met, and the apartment did feel a little empty without her in it.
After a shower and some self-care, he dressed in a pair of casual black slacks and a button-up white short with a thin black tie. It might be more formal than most of the customers, but this was just how he was comfortable dressing. Gathering his wallet, keys, and phone, he departed the penthouse and rode the elevator down to the lobby. He headed to the parking lot and climbed into his SUV. The trip to the bar was a quick one and he parked close to the door. He checked himself to make sure he looked okay before getting out of the car and walking to the entrance of The Black Anchor.
He opened the door and paused, looking around. He was happy to see a good crowd tonight. There were faces he didn’t recognize, which might be a good thing for him. If he had run into some of the people that were here the last time, he had visited the bar there might be some tension or awkwardness. So, he was a bit relieved he didn’t see familiar faces. When he saw Sadie behind the bar a smile blossomed on his face, touching his eyes. He crossed the room and went to stand at the entrance to the bar, waiting for Sadie to finish making drinks. “Hello, my Dearest,” he said adoringly when she looked his way.
After a shower and some self-care, he dressed in a pair of casual black slacks and a button-up white short with a thin black tie. It might be more formal than most of the customers, but this was just how he was comfortable dressing. Gathering his wallet, keys, and phone, he departed the penthouse and rode the elevator down to the lobby. He headed to the parking lot and climbed into his SUV. The trip to the bar was a quick one and he parked close to the door. He checked himself to make sure he looked okay before getting out of the car and walking to the entrance of The Black Anchor.
He opened the door and paused, looking around. He was happy to see a good crowd tonight. There were faces he didn’t recognize, which might be a good thing for him. If he had run into some of the people that were here the last time, he had visited the bar there might be some tension or awkwardness. So, he was a bit relieved he didn’t see familiar faces. When he saw Sadie behind the bar a smile blossomed on his face, touching his eyes. He crossed the room and went to stand at the entrance to the bar, waiting for Sadie to finish making drinks. “Hello, my Dearest,” he said adoringly when she looked his way.
Jax’s lips shifted into a smirk at her words about flattery. He chuckled as his eyes moved up and down her once again. “Careful, you’re dangerously close to making me blush.” He teased lightly, but still gave her his full attention. Jax considered her words carefully, but that smile returned as his brain started imagining her in a swimsuit. He let himself imagine it for a second, before his brain caught up to her words. “We do breakfast every morning, and there’s usually something happening on the sands most nights as well.” In essence, someone usually wasn’t far to talk too or hang with.
He was about to turn and order another drink from Sadie when his eyes caught sight of Vic suddenly pulling a very familiar shirt off his body. Jax watched and sighed a little as he heard the shirt rip, shaking his head lightly. When Vic sauntered over in his giants way, and laid the shirt on Jax’s shoulder, playfully annoyed blue eyes slowly looked up to Vic. “Dude, seriously?” He questioned, even though Vic had already moved on. With a smirk, a raised eyebrow and the shake of his head, he pulled the shirt off to check its damages.
His vision lifted from the shirt to Megan again, and he laughed lightly. “So that’s Vic, one of my brothers and my roommate. He’s truly one of the best people you could ever know. But apparently not to be trusted with my shirts.” He looked amused at the shirt again, shrugged and threw it over his shoulder again. As he looked at it, he also heard the door again and looked up to notice another guy walking in and heading almost immediately to Sadie. He put the thought out if his mind again as Jax then had the quick thought of how many of his shirts he might have ruined, but honestly, it was hard to stay mad at Vic for long. “Oh well.” He laughed lightly and looked at her again with that flirty look in his eye. “Then again, I might just be too distracted to be too mad right now.”
He was about to turn and order another drink from Sadie when his eyes caught sight of Vic suddenly pulling a very familiar shirt off his body. Jax watched and sighed a little as he heard the shirt rip, shaking his head lightly. When Vic sauntered over in his giants way, and laid the shirt on Jax’s shoulder, playfully annoyed blue eyes slowly looked up to Vic. “Dude, seriously?” He questioned, even though Vic had already moved on. With a smirk, a raised eyebrow and the shake of his head, he pulled the shirt off to check its damages.
His vision lifted from the shirt to Megan again, and he laughed lightly. “So that’s Vic, one of my brothers and my roommate. He’s truly one of the best people you could ever know. But apparently not to be trusted with my shirts.” He looked amused at the shirt again, shrugged and threw it over his shoulder again. As he looked at it, he also heard the door again and looked up to notice another guy walking in and heading almost immediately to Sadie. He put the thought out if his mind again as Jax then had the quick thought of how many of his shirts he might have ruined, but honestly, it was hard to stay mad at Vic for long. “Oh well.” He laughed lightly and looked at her again with that flirty look in his eye. “Then again, I might just be too distracted to be too mad right now.”
The Black Anchor wasn’t the sort of place Minnie usually found herself in, but then again, nothing about her life lately was what she was used to. A few days had passed since she’d moved into Sunset Beach Condos, and while she had spent most of that time unpacking and settling in, tonight she decided she ought to venture beyond the walls of her apartment.
Dressed comfortably in a simple yet flattering outfit, her chocolate-brown hair pinned back in a claw clip, she stepped inside the bar, her hazel eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings with quiet curiosity. The low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clinking of glasses all formed a backdrop that was neither overwhelming nor unwelcoming.
Approaching the bar, she offered the bartender a polite smile and ordered a Midori Sour. It wasn’t a drink she had all too often, but she liked the sweetness of it, the hint of nostalgia it carried from her university days.
Sliding onto a barstool, she smoothed her hands over her lap and exhaled softly, allowing herself a moment to just exist in this new space. This was a fresh start—a chance to be something more than the wallflower she had always been.
Dressed comfortably in a simple yet flattering outfit, her chocolate-brown hair pinned back in a claw clip, she stepped inside the bar, her hazel eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings with quiet curiosity. The low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clinking of glasses all formed a backdrop that was neither overwhelming nor unwelcoming.
Approaching the bar, she offered the bartender a polite smile and ordered a Midori Sour. It wasn’t a drink she had all too often, but she liked the sweetness of it, the hint of nostalgia it carried from her university days.
Sliding onto a barstool, she smoothed her hands over her lap and exhaled softly, allowing herself a moment to just exist in this new space. This was a fresh start—a chance to be something more than the wallflower she had always been.
"Nice to meet you, Dani. And I sure can." She answered the raven haired woman as she noticed Dani a little more trying to understand, but she wasn't being judgemental. She was just concerned and saw a girl who could use a little help and possibly a friend. She gave her a small smile and... "I will be right back with that." She stepped away and to the back counter to make another Blue Hawaiian for Dani. She made sure to make the drink in a way that was visible to Dani, so to show there was nothing being put into the drink besides what should be in the cocktail. She had seen the skeptical look the girl made when Vic handed her his own drink and wanted to make sure to ease her newcomer, to give her some assurance. When she finished, she grabbed the drink and walked back towards Dani as she placed the new drink down in front of her. "Here you go, lovely." She grabbed the money and processed the drink order.
She smiled at the girl, grabbed the empty glass, and walked towards the sink as she placed the glass in it. The door chimed again of a new arrival, and Sadie smiled when she saw a pretty brunnette slide onto a bar stool and ordered a Midori Sour. "Coming right up, Beautiful." She smiled at the girl and went to make her the drink. She soon came back with the beverage and asked. "What will be your method of payment today?" She would wait and process the order after what the girl had chosen. "Thank you, beautiful. If you need anything else. My name is Sadie. Just give me a holler." She smiled genuinely at the girl and stepped away.
She had meant to check on Jax and Megan but was distracted slightly when Vic took his shirt off and then accommodated the new arrivals. She headed to where the couple was sitting and asked them, "Hey, guys. How are we doing here? Can I get you refills or something different to drink?" She smiled at them, and if they said yes, she would head over to get the drinks they ordered. When she was making the drinks, she heard the front door open. She paused in her movements as she felt the presence she had started to get used to and anticipated. Having spent the last few days with him, especially helping him recover from when they first met, she found she herself wanting to be around him as much as possible. She looked over her shoulder towards the end of the bar and smiled brightly as she saw Fitzpatrick had walked towards her. "Hey, sweetheart. Let me get these drinks out, and I will be right back." She winked at him and grabbed the beverages, put them on the serving tray, and delivered them.
She strolled back towards behind the bar, placed the tray on the counter, and went over to Fitzpatrick. "I am glad to see you're up and walking, Hallows. Or did you just miss me that much already?" She jokingly said, but was worried he may be in pain still. Though to her, he didn't seem to be in any pain and seemed to look really good. As she walked up to him, she wrapped her hands around his waist and smiled up at him. "Can I get you anything, love?" She asked him and looked into his eyes.
She smiled at the girl, grabbed the empty glass, and walked towards the sink as she placed the glass in it. The door chimed again of a new arrival, and Sadie smiled when she saw a pretty brunnette slide onto a bar stool and ordered a Midori Sour. "Coming right up, Beautiful." She smiled at the girl and went to make her the drink. She soon came back with the beverage and asked. "What will be your method of payment today?" She would wait and process the order after what the girl had chosen. "Thank you, beautiful. If you need anything else. My name is Sadie. Just give me a holler." She smiled genuinely at the girl and stepped away.
She had meant to check on Jax and Megan but was distracted slightly when Vic took his shirt off and then accommodated the new arrivals. She headed to where the couple was sitting and asked them, "Hey, guys. How are we doing here? Can I get you refills or something different to drink?" She smiled at them, and if they said yes, she would head over to get the drinks they ordered. When she was making the drinks, she heard the front door open. She paused in her movements as she felt the presence she had started to get used to and anticipated. Having spent the last few days with him, especially helping him recover from when they first met, she found she herself wanting to be around him as much as possible. She looked over her shoulder towards the end of the bar and smiled brightly as she saw Fitzpatrick had walked towards her. "Hey, sweetheart. Let me get these drinks out, and I will be right back." She winked at him and grabbed the beverages, put them on the serving tray, and delivered them.
She strolled back towards behind the bar, placed the tray on the counter, and went over to Fitzpatrick. "I am glad to see you're up and walking, Hallows. Or did you just miss me that much already?" She jokingly said, but was worried he may be in pain still. Though to her, he didn't seem to be in any pain and seemed to look really good. As she walked up to him, she wrapped her hands around his waist and smiled up at him. "Can I get you anything, love?" She asked him and looked into his eyes.
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