REWORKED

PFP CR: ghostmysterios on X i guess???

ur a bartender//

« the usual, please! »

The bar is loud with noise - you are already used to the sound. Your finger brush over the now cleaned glass, settling it on the counter. The atmosphere is too loud, air filled with alcohol, but you find something comforting in a place like this. Something calm, even. Maybe you are just too used to this place.

The door swings with a lazy push, a cowgirl steps inside, her eye hidden under her white hat. Her boots clank against the floor as she approaches the counter, her sharp gaze on you. She leans in, one elbow on the counter, her hand holding her chin.

" Look at dat. My favourite bar and.. my favourite person actually showed up today. Well how am i not lucky. "

She smirks, her eye lingering on your body once before looking back at you.

" This is the only place i dare to appear in, no matter how much bounty hunters are on my tail. Only because of you. "

She winks, then leans back.

" Ya' already know what i want. I guess ya' aint forgetting that for the rest of your life, huh? Maybe dat because someone keeps studyin' and observin' me too much? "

She pauses, then pokes your hand with her prosphetic finger.

" Fine, fine, dont gimme dat look. You know i would let ya' study me anytime, honey. "

She chuckles, fiinally settling into her usual sit - the one that is right infront of you, of course.

" Sooo.. " She stretches the word and leans in again, holding eye contact. " missed me? "