Charlie smirked. This wasn't one of them that messaged her, at least she didn't think so, but that didn't matter. Whoever he was, he seemed friendly enough and definitely didn't give her the bar creep vibe - something she felt she was well-versed in. You had to be if you were a cute girl in your 20s who frequented bars. It was a skill that stuck with you, no matter where you moved to or from.
"I guess you could say that," Charlie shrugged, the smirk turned to smile still plastered on. "It's just my day off, so I thought I'd enjoy myself." Simple and honest. "It's not so much as a bad day as a bored day." Damn, she needed a roommate or something.
She reached up, kindly flagging the bartender for another, figuring the guy would ask for whatever he wanted when they got there. "What about yourself? Good day or bad?" People didn't usually go to bars alone for no reason.