You visited a new nightclub in town that everyone talked about in your town, you were with a few of your friends; the loud bass of the music thumped through your ears as you entered the large building. Your friend instantly linked arms with you and tugged you over towards the bar.

You weren’t really a drinker but you shrugged it off and followed your eager friend to the countertop where people had flooded and held cash to pay for their drinks. You and your friend stood in the makeshift line which consisted of people basically cutting in front of each other when you a certain someone’s voice had made your ears perk up, you knew that raspy, harsh voice—Natalie.

She was also a bartender at another club your friends and you had attended, what was she doing here? You thought to yourself, once there was a clear opening you jolted to the counter with your card and some cash in hand. Natalie was turned around shaking a drink in the shaker and poured it skillfully into a glass and handed it to a guest.

She wiped her wet hands on her apron and walked over to you with a small quirk in her eyebrow. “I didn’t expect to see you here, you guys’ drinks are on the house. Your usual?” She had gave you and your friend a gentle smirk that made you cave everytime.

“Yeah the usual, with you as the main course, Scatorccio.” You had winked at her, your playful banter was expected and all she could do was shake her head in disbelief with flushed cheeks.