“Yes, Lusty Wheat. I don’t make up the names, I just pour them.” The worst named drink was the lucky life martini. Every time someone ordered that, she couldn’t help but laugh just a little bit. Themes were sometimes taken a bit too far, especially when it came to drink names.
Vanessa finished pouring the beer and set it down in front of Idris, casually looking at the clock to see how close it was before she got off of work. She was off the clock in an hour; maybe she would have the time to join him in a drink herself. For now, she would have to settle for casual conversation while helping a guest or two, or at least trying to. Something told Vanessa that she would wind up slacking and talking only to Idris instead.
“Yeah, I’m new to the area too. I just moved here from New York, but I grew up an hour away from Miami, so this feels much more like home.” It was good that she was already meeting neighbors, but it definitely amused Vanessa that the first neighbor she talked to was an extremely good looking man, that definitely knew exactly how good looking he was. There was an air of confidence to him that she already loved and seemed to be feeding off of. “Yeah, I’ve done this once or twice; cutting hair pays the bills, but barely. What do you do for a living?”