"Take my advice rookie: if you ever fall for a woman, make sure she's got balls." - Buck, Halo 3: ODST
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Passing the man showing slight fear at her presence, Alexandra enters the Vanilla Unicorn, walking down the hallway towards the bar once more. This time, surprisingly, there are chairs lined up along the bar, allowing patrons to sit away from all the perversion.
The same young bartender as always looks up, flashing a blinding smile.
"It's you! How was your day, miss?"
Alexandra sits down, hand flowing through her long hair which drapes down the side of the chair.
'I really need to get something to tie this down.'
"Moderately amusing. met up with some old friends and had some fun."
"That's nice. Meeting up with old friends is a pleasure, finding out what each other have done over the years" the bartender says, cleaning the already spotless counter.
"It depends."
"Yeah, life moves fast. People change, move on."
Alexandra smiles softly, a facial expression that catches the bartender like a moth to a flame. Something about the way her eyes ever so gently squint, not in intimidation, but slight sadness. Most people wouldn't notice, but the bartender has seen the best and worst humanity has to offer. Alexandra's eyes still, as if she's at complete peace with everything, despite the rampant music and perversion going on around her. The young bartender wonders why there's such a profound sadness in her gaze.
Eventually she snaps out of her thoughtful stupor, noticing she had been staring for a little too long.
"ANYWAYS" she exclaims with a little more emotion then she initially meant to show, "what would you like to drink tonight?"
Alexandra, now back to her typical blank expression but looking at the bartender with a slight curiosity in her eyes, answers.
"Make me something you'd like. All I've ordered from here is straight liquor, and I've yet to ask for a mixed drink. I haven't had something other than straight alcohol in a long while. Hopefully you'll be able to satisfy me."
At that, the bartender's eyes light up in joy.
"Sure! I can do that for you. Let me get right to it."
The bartender looks behind her, walking towards the various liquors.
"How big of a glass do you want?"
"What's the largest?"
"20 ounces."
"That, then."
She picks up 4 bottles out of the shelves; amaretto, coffee liqueur, Irish cream and vodka. She puts the liquors on the counter. She then reaches down to grab a hurricane glass, and scoops some crushed ice into it from the freezer below. Putting the glass on the counter, she goes over to the fridge and grabs half and half and milk. After dropping the 2 dairy products on the counter, she finally starts to mix everything together, measuring out each liquid by eye, and once she finishes, slides the cold cocktail over to Alexandra.
"Oh? What's this called?"
The bartender blushes, before answering.
"...The Screaming Orgasm..."
Alexandra snickers, smirking.
"Fitting for a place like this."
Alexandra goes to sip the cocktail, intent on teasing the woman after, but the second the glass touches her lips, her eyes immediately shoot open wide. Putting it down, she stares at the woman behind the bar.
"What is your name?"
The woman's face explodes in a blush at Alexandra's fierce gaze.
"Rosalie Messer."
"Rosalie, become my personal bartender. I don't think I'll be able to have normal drinks anymore. Take responsibility."
Rosalie's blush extends downwards past her neck, threatening to consume her whole. Her mind blanks white like a canvas, unable to come up with even the most simple of responses, resorting instead to a high whine echoing throughout her mind. Or is she actually making that noise out loud? Whatever it is, Rosalie provides no response.
Something of which makes Alexandra chuckle, which then turns to full-blown laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! I'm just kidding around. At least about the responsibility part. When I gain more money, I might genuinely hire you."
Rosalie pouts, arms crossing, but the blush doesn't leave her face.
"And to think I was gonna give you a discount. You're mean, miss..."
Rosalie realizes that she doesn't know her name.
"Just call me Zanna. And even if you were planning on giving me a discount, I would've vehemently denied it. In fact..."
Alexandra reaches into her pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill and a fifty, handing it to Rosalie.
"For the company you've provided me with. The fifty's for the drink. Don't care if it's too much. I don't want the change."
Rosalie grabs the bills, looks at them, then attempts to hand the 100 back. Alexandra's stare stops her in her tracks.
"Don't you dare hand that back. It's yours now, accept it and move on."
Rosalie looks at her questioningly, then pockets the money, putting the 50 in the register.
"...Why?"
"I already said. For your company."
Rosalie shakes her head.
"No, why do you consider my company any good? All I've done is simply talk to you."
"Sometimes, all it takes to make someone's day is a simple conversation. No extra bullshit, just peaceful interaction."
And at that, after finishing her drink, Alexandra gets up and leaves, Rosalie still too stunned to call out to her.