Hunter was grateful for the distraction, straightening up from her leaning position on the counter almost immediately, and reaching for one of the glasses she'd just finished wiping down. "Water," she echoed, one of her tamer orders for the evening. "We can do that." She was used to mixing doubles, sometimes triples, for people. She was never light-handed on the drinks, because drunk patrons spent more, and that itself often paid for the stronger drinks.
Water wasn't her usual request, even most of the strippers preferred to refresh with a stiff drink after finishing their sets, but damned if it wasn't easy. Jon was sort of weird like that. Other people might have tried to drink on the job, doing the boring menial tasks that he did, but not him. Hunter liked the strange maintenance worker, even if there was emphasis on the strange part. There were stranger around, and the guy always seemed harmless enough to her.
If he wasn't, surely he'd had been dealt with already.
There was a pitcher of ice water in the fridge behind her, and she poured him a tall glass, sliding it along the bar toward him with a grin. "On the house," she joked, as if the water actually cost them anything. "You sure you don't want me to top it up with vodka? I won't tell if you don't," the blonde teased him.