Re: 7:30 p.m., by the jukebox - alice
Alice smiled meekly at the bartender but happily accepted a drink he whipped together. Something that was golden and a bit green, something marked for the holiday. She took a tentative sip and blinked. "Wow that's like nothing but liquor and sweet stuff," Alice admitted. But she kept sipping it, gripping it with both hands and bringing it to her mouth as she glanced over the rim at the people coming in.
"Maybe I can meet a cute guy from the complex here," Alice admitted. "I haven't really met any guys who live in the apartment other than Rafael and Percy."