Evaan | Carol
That was definitely an open invitation if Carol had ever heard one. Carol's grin grew a few centimeters and her eyes darkened as she glanced back at Peter. She really shouldn't leave him alone with a full bar but at the same time. "Hey Old Man, I'm gonna take a break. Yell if anyone tries to blow up the bar!"
She winked at Carol and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and headed to the other end of the bar, not even looking back to see if Evaan would follow, just stepping towards the wooden door that led to the stairs to her little crappy loft.
She was definitely getting lucky, and Carol told herself it would be fine. What were the odds of anything bad happening while she was away, right?