"School, at first," Shayla explained, taking the empty and setting it in the bin for the barback to take and wash. With a nod of acknowledgement, she grabbed a fresh glass, set it on the bar, and started mixing. "And a career, eventually. I studied music, want to be a rock star." That wasn't past tense - she still wanted to be a rock star. Or at least, she was a rock star, was born to be one. She just had to get her ass back to New York to actually get back on track and make it happen. Scarlet Oak was killing her career before it even had a chance to get off the ground.
"I studied music," she continued over the noise of the ice in the shaker. "Got my master's, have a band. We've got prospects, too, but then my boyfriend's mum got sick and now here we are. Hopefully those prospects'll still be around when I get back to civilization." So that was probably sounding a little snobby, but Shayla didn't really notice. Compared to NYC, Scarlet Oak was nothingness. Very quaint nothingness, but nothingness all the same. No band, no exposure, no chance to get her goddamned record deal. She poured the martini and slid it over to Marissa, adding it to her tab. "What do you do?"