“A little late to be drinking alone, isn’t it?” Joe asked, leaning against the counter as a lone girl walked into the dive bar. But he smiled. “So what can I get you?”
These places, despite how much she disliked to find herself wandering into such establishments on her own, here she was once again. She honestly didn’t come to drink much, alcohol always left a bitter taste in her mouth. However, once in awhile, she was in need of a drink - a very small drink. Tonight was one of those nights.
On an evening such as this, Sarah did place herself at the bar and parked her rear on a seat. The motorcycle helmet was placed on the seat adjacent to her, then soon after, the jacket adorning her frame was draped over it.
“Oh,” she chuckled to the bartender and began tugging at her gloves, “It’s never to late for a night owl,” calmly said, her eyes had not met his own yet, for she was busied with other things. “I am hoping to stay up a little tonight, perhaps something with a dash of Redbull in it?” The redhead was ignorant when it came to drinks; she limited herself to a glass of wine here and there.