Lexie liked to think of herself as an experienced drinker, one who was completely capable of gauging how much they could take before they were too far gone. But believing and being were two different things. At the end of the day, her confidence could not contend with being slight.
She turned her head at the whistle, eyebrow raised, ready and willing to engage the peanut gallery. It was hard not to match smile for smile, but she managed to keep her composure for the sake of her response.
“More like working hard to make tomorrow ‘one of those days’.”
She watched the man carefully, trying to get a gauge of him from a single snapshot. Lexie was a sucker for a smile and an accent. Never mind the fruity drink.
“Please tell me that’s your go-to drink of choice.” There was obvious amusement in her voice, but not an ounce of sarcasm. In fact, her face was lit up with delight. Before he could answer, the bartender walked over with the shot glasses of moonshine. Lexie offered her thanks before pushing one of the glasses toward her new found friend.
“Just for that, you’ve earned my courtesy shot for the night. Usually I have to wait an hour to give it away.”