Diana & Sammy
"Evening, stranger," Sam said to her. He was working the bar tonight, and also kind of working the room. At least the people who came up to the bar. That was his territory, and he was making the most of it.
He'd been through nine kinds of hell lately, and he needed to take some time to just chill. He could do that while working because when he was working he wasn't focused on all the shitstorm that had been his life lately.
He smiled when Diana slid onto a seat at the bar. "What're you drinking tonight?" he asked her because he could fix her drink and talk at the same time.