Lena had spent all day with Joey, running all over the city looking for some bleach and the perfect shade of purple hair dye so he could put streaks in his hair. And then after all of it, he had changed his mind, deciding to wait for a few weeks to dye it instead. She would have kicked him with combat boots on, but she loved him too much.
Her drastic day did mean she was tired already when she got to work. She didn't let it show in her performances, but afterwards she was glad to just relax. She wasn't a server, she was a performer and her job was over for the night. So when the redhead who had been there a few times raised a glass to her, she was perfectly willing to sit neck to him and drink too. He seemed nice enough. And mostly like she could take him if it turned out he wasn't.
"Hey," she said, practically gliding to the table. "Enjoy yourself?" She lowered herself into a chair next to him and smirked.