Rodeo / Adelaide / Open [SPAZZ]
His baby sister was the one to answer the mental want ad first, spinning her way over to him behind the bar with a shaker in hand, clearly practiced at it. She wore a top made all of black sequins, with long sleeves that nearly hid her hands. It hit just low enough to be called a dress, and under it she wore dark nylons over little black shorts that showed only if she lifted her arms high enough, and heels that stacked sky high. She'd thought briefly of dressing casually, so that when and if it was a flop, when and if no one showed up she wouldn't look so foolish for trying so hard. But that wasn't the way she was living her damn life anymore, she'd reminded herself. Hiding out and covering her back just didn't work, and she was going to do as she damn well pleased.
She was glad now that she had, because what had started out as a trickle of curious people was now most definitely a party. She hadn't started drinking yet, hadn't wanted to until she felt secure of a success, but now that she did...
"You ever know your baby sister was a bartender in a Yankee bar?" she asked Rodeo, pouring her creation into three mismatched martini glasses and setting two of them in front of the nearest girls. She sipped her own, a happy flush on her cheeks. "I'm pretty good, too. I'd tell you to try but since it's not bourbon from the bottle I won't bother," she grinned. Then she glanced over her shoulder and back up at him with earnest inquiry in wide gray eyes. "It's pretty good, right? Like, actually decent?"