you were sitting by yourself at the bar after a very draining day. as much as you knew that alcohol was not the ideal vice, you couldn't resist the urge of getting something as a little pick-me-up.

as you reached the bottom of your first, and what you were planning on being your only, glass, the bartender fixed you another. you asked about it, not wanting to pay for a drink you didn't order. however, he just pointed in the direction of pickles and nathan, claiming the paid for it.

pickles gave you a grin from across the bar while nathan appeared stoic. they were on a "date", if you could call it that, after a show and were clearly interested in you.