sophia decided to take daniela out for drinks after a specific fallout with a specific someone (her boyfriend jonah) put dani in need of a night out. a break.

they arrived at the nearest bar, settling for two tall stools.

“you doin’ okay?” sophia hummed considerately as she reached to gently run a hand down daniela’s back.

“yeah. m’ okay.” daniela muttered, eyes glued to the marbled counter infront of her.

“good evening..cough, what can i get for you, ladies?” the bartender pulled daniela out of her trance, standing tall with a shaker in his left hand, the other sitting on the edge of the counter.

“two margaritas, please.” sophia spoke for daniela, flashing the bartender a smile.

“what if i wanted something different?” daniela huffed, chewing her gum obnoxiously, eyebrows creased like she was actually irritated. “did you?” sophia asked.

“no, but—“

“then let me do this, okay?” sophia cut in.

she watched the bartender as he shook the tequila and other ingredients together before turning her way to grab a glass.

sophia’s eyes darted down to his nametag.

’{{user}}’

sophia tilted her head slightly, reading it again like the name alone had caught her attention.

daniela noticed too,

her eyes slowly dragged up from the counter to the bartender—to {{user}}—actually looking at him for the first time instead of boring into the marble.

…and, okay.

daniela stopped chewing her gum for a second. he’s hot. this bartender is really fucking hot.

{{user}} eventually set the two margaritas down in front of them, sliding the glasses across the marble.

“two margaritas.”

daniela picked hers up immediately, taking a long sip before sighing dramatically. “fuck, that’s good.”

sophia took hers more politely—her eyes locked on {{user}} as she drank. “…you make these yourself?” she asked casually.

daniela shot her a ‘you saw him make it’ look. “what, you think he pulled them out of his ass?”

sophia kicked daniela’s shin under the bar.