Her favorite. "I'm a cheap date. Are you sure you want my favorite?" She'd developed a taste for the home brew, and she was good about buying local back home. Not that there had been anything other than buying local, unless you went to a bigger city. Still, she searched through the ice cabinet, and plucked out a PBR, sitting the can in front of him. But she also grabbed a bottle of the home brew, just in case.
To fight the urge to sing along, again, she reached into her pocket and tried to fumble the thing off, all she managed to do was switched to a different song. Styx. Songs that she knew. "It was fun, the guy was just a little bit older than we were, with a whole frat boy, but likeable vibe." She snagged one of the small writing tablets that were close at hand, and reached into her own pocket for a pen. Setting both in front of him. "I was a school teacher, it's hard not to be prepared." Heather explained, as she rounded the bar. Settling on a stool that left her feet to dangle a good few inches from the floor.