She noticed the intensely bored stare, and smiled to herself then she went being a busy bee for a few minutes, ignoring Debbie for the time as she about making drinks and filling up beers from the tap. Then she returned her attention on the girl, as she asked for a glass. “You know, I'd complain about you eating paying customers' food, but you can't drink, therefore I almost feel bad for your underage ass,” she said, grabbing a cup and placing it down in front of her a little too hard. “Eat away, get fat and roll on out when you become a chubby cherry.” She wanted to say blueberry, as she had watched Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory a little too much as a kid, but cherry seemed more appropriate.
She snorted, looking unimpressed herself. “Your daddy may own the bar, but I work here and sometimes, not all the time as I'm humble enough to admit, things go my way but you're right, I won't try and kick you out of the bar, despite the fact that you get on my last damn nerve.” She was used to it, truth be told, but if she had her way, she'd make sure the eighteen year old stayed out of this place. Mostly because she always seemed to come straight at her like a magnet and bothered her, when it was clear that she wouldn't be given drinks. Olea had heard rumors of Debbie going out in the forest and drinking anyway, so it wasn't like she needed to come in here in a gloom and ask for them.
Rolling her eyes, she fixed another drink as someone called out their order. She went over to them and as they flirted, she flirted back. Debbie wasn't too far down and she could hear asking not to be called sweetie. She let out a quiet laugh, even though she had a feeling that Debbie didn't care eitherway. “I'll think about it, sweetie,” she replied, then her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Besides you are such a sweetheart. Always smiling and being pleasant. It suits you.” She winked at her, doing her job as she walked about and talked to other people in the bar. It would probably start dwindling around eleven, as everyone in this town seemed to like having normal lives while they could. She didn't understand people who went to bed early. There were nights, even after work, that she stayed up to eight in the morning, watching television or playing games on her phone or tablet.
She raised her eyebrow at that answer. No secrets at all, hm? What teenager didn't have secrets? She couldn't help smelling bullshit on that one, but who knew? Maybe the kid wasn't lying. “Sure thing but eventually? This town will make you do something you'll regret and torture you for it. It always does in the end,” she replied smoothly, she got the question in return but she didn't pause or give herself away. She hadn't told anyone, not a soul since coming here, her own dark secret and what made her join The Other Church in the first place. The only people that knew were those who lived far away and she'd never see them again. “Not that I can say. I may be a bitch, and not such a good person at heart but I can honestly say I've never done anything to hurt anyone.”
What a lie. Not only had she hurt someone, but left them to die because she didn't want to go to jail. Oh well, way of the world and all that. She has never claimed to be a good person, she knew she had been a rotten teen and she knows she's an even more rotten adult.