Re: End of the Bar: Adam and Sasha
The only problem with her outfit was when people opened the door. It was a nice blast of cold air, but it reminded her that she didn't have her usual warm leggings on and the chill often took some time to stave off back to the stuffy heat of a crowd in a cramped bar. Besides, she was more than happy to stay on this side of the Mean-Eyed Cat for as long as she could. It was quieter down here, and the people playing pool were exceptionally stick-happy tonight.
Sasha kept her casual pose against the bar, lifting one hand to rest her chin in her palm, large bangle bracelets sliding loudly down her arm. She spoke with authority, because Sasha knew, "Oh, there's always a story." Which was a thing in bars. Especially when a guy was sitting alone and slouched over a beer. "Tell you what. I'll give you one of mine, and that will give you time enough to come up with one of your own." The smile she gave wasn't one of the fake charming ones she had been using all night, but hinted at the playful dare. "Sound good? What do you want to hear?"