When Jon smiled, it was pretty hard not to smile back, and Hunter was already rolling her eyes and accompanying it with a good-natured grin as she returned to leaning her elbows on the top of the bar while Jon nursed his glass of water. "Do I look like a nurse to you?" Hunt questioned him jokingly, shaking her head at the thought. She liked to help people, sure, but she was definitely too ham-fisted for something like the medical profession. "Luckily, I don't need to be a real nurse to fix a damn hangover.. I've been fixin' hangovers since I could tie my shoes, I'm a pro."
It was a slight exaggeration, of course, she'd had her first drink in junior high school and her first hangover had been a wretched nightmare. But over the years, she'd learned a trick or two and kept them up her sleeve. Working in a place like the Door, where the drunks from the night before were often her hungover crowd the next day, she'd learned a thing or two about fixing people up. Just drink more was usually her most offered hangover cure, because the best way to chase it away was just to get drunk again, but there were other options.
"Greasy food, that's the real key. You could drink this whole bottle of vodka, an' if I gave you a big plate of homefries and toast for breakfast? You'd be set, soaks up the liquor," she explained, with a vague wave of her hand, like she were talking an exact science. "Migraine, you're on your own."
To Jon's left, a man came up to the bar with his glass empty, and Hunter was quick to straighten up and refill a new glass with whiskey and slide it his way, taking the offered money while answering the custodian's question. "I've been havin' a great night, steady. I like being busy, y'know? Passes the time quicker," she explained, as she opened the register and made some change, reaching across Jon to hand a five back to the other customer. She was nothing, if not a multitasker. "Getting late now, just dredges hanging out. How about you? Clean up any real nasty messes lately?"