Post by pierce on Oct 22, 2016 5:21:08 GMT
How glorious was today? Wendy wasn't even gonna touch that question as she downed her fifth victory shot of bourbon at Davis' Bar. She buzzed with verve after the celebration-worthy event of snagging a surprisingly decent job at Rips and Wrinkles, the thrift store. She'd kind of applied as an inside joke to herself, but after the super easy breezy interview was over and she was told she was perfect for the job - she was glowing. She was never much of a computer person and food service was totally ruined for her in the past, so being a floor person of a thrift store was actually up her alley. There was no being stuck to one place, though the shop was on the smaller side. She could gab all day to the people browsing for blouses and what nots, just folding and hanging clothes then letting the cashier do the rest - who wasn't too bad to look at, now that she had the time to think about it.
Her jacket was slung on the back of the chair she sat in, front and center to the bartender who clearly must've been a relative of this infamous Davis by they way he swaggered around to each person sitting at the lengthy bar. He was doing his job and Wendy got his tip out of the way by her third glass down, flirting with the older man with her eyes when she asked for another, then another. The warmth of the liquor was making her want to dance, but maybe after a few more.
"Hey there Jack - pour me another will you? This is a celebration y'know, I got a job today!" Wendy swooned to the music of her own voice, grinning at the man who took up her glass to fill it along the wall. "It's Wally. And you told me already." he said as he did so, his gruff tone leaning more towards being entertained than annoyed. "How about making it a double for me, hm Wally?" she spoke confidently, stretching her arms up from behind her and really soaking in the homey atmosphere she felt here. It was a place similar to the pub she frequented in Boston, though the men there were cuter compared to what was on display here... younger too. The bartender sat the tall shot down in front of her, before walking away toward another customer. Wendy thanked him even though his back was already turned and lifted up the shot, appraising it with interest before her. Her grin was rich and her bleary eyes glinted at the light bourbon color before she brought the edge to her mouth, taking half of the shot back - setting down the glass contentedly, her lips tingling in the most appealing way.