Julius + Maeve Sunrise
Maeve had, out of the corners of her eyes, been keeping an eye on Julius since he arrived. Though she was everywhere all night so it had been a little difficult. Helping with the band equipment, bartending, cleaning up messes, working the grill, and simply buzzing about making sure everyone was having a good time. If she thought that waitressing on a busy night was exhausting this was way worse, especially because there were people here that didn't normally show up to her place, so some of her normal cheek had to be cushioned. Not too much though, Maeve was part of the experience. It was a fine line to walk, and she enjoyed it. Being jovial but also more than a bit of a smartass, when your place aspired to be a sort of by the normal hardworking person, for the normal hardworking folk then you could get away with it. People came to those sorts of establishments to feel like they were part of the community, to be known.
You know, where everyone knows your name.
So if she was a little less formal than some bartenders, if she elbowed customers a bit more or gave them shit for whatever caught her eye, it was part of the pitch really. Or part of the charm.
But she was more than happy to take a break as well. Since she had been working this whole event and helping to get it setup as well, now that customers had been filtering out at a steady rate, her people weren't begrudging her having a sit-down. No one was particularly surprised where she decided to take it either, bringing a pot o' gold along with a club special for herself up to the picnic table where Julius was seated and sliding in next to him without asking first. "Morning, Pretty." The quiet greeting came with an air of exhaustion, but it was wrapped in relief and a steady sort of happiness, tension starting to seep from her shoulders as soon as her head was on his.