Carol and Peter usually didn't open Pancho's so early int he afternoon. Honestly, they were spending more and more time on personal things lately, but sometimes when they were bored the doors were left open for anyone who might just wander in. And...that was exactly what happened. The bar was empty and Carol was behind it just doing some inventory and cleaning up when a new face came through. A very, very young face who looked pretty miserable. It wasn't the first time, and she had a bad feeling it wouldn't be the last.
Frowning a little at the kid, the woman cocked her head to the side, putting away the coffee mug she'd been wiping down and approaching him. When he didn't stir, she sighed and leaned on her elbows. "New, huh?"
She prided herself on knowing a face. Or at least a personality. "What's your name, kid? I'd ask if you needed a drink, but you barely look old enough to drive."