9:30PM - Bishop and Violet
It was a little too late for a warning about the moonshine, but that was alright. Violet wasn't falling over herself drunk, just happily drunk. She hadn't been happily drunk in a very long time and she was enjoying it. There weren't many things to compare the party to in Austin - though there had been that day with the fire hydrant, but this was quite different. Less playful, silly fun and more fun fun.
“Oh, right,” she replied with a frown, thinking back to the fourth. They'd closed because of her getting hurt, even though she could have worked, and she didn't like to think about it. Things had been bad enough with a physical reminder of what had happened. “Days off are okay but I like to cook. It doesn't feel like work that much.”
Bishop took note of the frown, but didn’t pry into the “why”. People shared things when they felt lead to, and if what he had heard around Austin was true, well, he couldn’t blame Violet for wanting to forget the whole ordeal. “Reckon you’ve got a city full of people who’re glad that you don’t view cooking as work,” he remarked with a half quirked smile. “I know most of my guys are real regulars.” Bishop tacked on, pausing a beat before adding. “They’re treating you okay when they’re there, right?”
Even though most of them were walking the straight and narrow, some of them could still use a lesson or two in manners. “I don’t want to bog you down with work talk all night,” Bishop shifted gears. “Have you had a chance to dance yet?” He inclined his head towards the makeshift dance floor and the rowdy gathering of people that could be found there.
“People have seemed pretty happy about is being here, yeah,” Violet agreed with a little smile. Their arrival in Austin hadn't gone quite as planned but it had all worked out for the better. Getting to take their food around the whole city had meant most people had gotten to try what they had, and so far there were no complaints. Her gaze flickered over to Bishop quickly. “I haven't had any problems with any of them, if that's what you mean.”
The only hellhounds she'd had problems with were the ones who weren't associated anymore, and by her knowledge had been taken away. She didn't have much time to think on it with him asking about dancing, and she looked over to the dance floor as she took another sip of moonshine and shook her head. “No… why? You wanna dance with me?”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant,” Bishop confirmed, relieved to know that none of his guys had been giving the food truck owners any problems. They still had a hell of a long way to go before their image was entirely rehabbed, but it was good to know nobody -- well besides the rogues -- were doing things to make it that much harder to do so.
Bishop gave another glance towards the dance floor before turning his attention back on Violet. “Only if you’re willing,” he drawled, never one to pass up the chance to dance. “Or we can continue to stand here and talk, I ain’t picky,” Bishop gave a shrug. Truthfully he was just looking for some kind of opportunity to get to know the young woman better, especially since in his mind anyone who lived within the Greenbelt District were his responsibility to protect on some level. “Though, I won’t keep you here either if you’d rather find your friend.”
“If I wasn't, I wouldn’t have mentioned it,” Violet said with a soft grin. Sure, he wasn't her type in the least, but that didn't mean they couldn't dance and have fun. Assuming he didn't get any ideas - which she would quickly set straight if he did. She was sadly used to it. “I'm sure Ry can keep himself entertained for a while.”
Taking one last sip of her moonshine, Violet set the drink down and took Bishop’s hand instead, giving him a tug toward the dance floor. “C’mon, I haven't had a dance in a good long time.”