Sara & OTA
It had been a very long week trying to keep track of the Winchester boys and Sara was very glad things were back to normal now. She had a bottle of beer close at hand while she worked behind the bar tonight. Hopefully some of her friends would stop by so she could mock them for hitting on her when they were teenagers. Especially Constantine.
The club was hopping, which was always nice, and she didn't even look up to see who she was greeting when another person slid onto a bar stool. "What can I get you?"