It was Sunday, so it was a fairly busy night. Not nearly as busy as Friday or Saturday would be, because people had work on Monday, but it was still quite the busy night. Which meant that Steve was kept busy for a large portion of it. Though, there would be moments where it wasn’t so busy, and he got a breather. For the most part, he hated those. The nights where he was running around like a chicken with its head chopped off were the nights where everything went fast and his shift was over before he could blink. But, there were always exceptions.
And this, it would seem, would be one of those. He had always been a social animal. Even when he was young, he was always running with packs of friends. Sometimes it was a bad group of friends, but others it was a good group. It was one reason why he never had any problems inviting people to come say hi while he was online. It got business to the club, and he met more people. Despite everything else he knew about the strangeness of the world, that part of him would never change.
When she came up to him, he gave her a wide grin. One that never seemed to leave his face as he moved back and forth behind the bar. “Aha, Stressed Girl. That’s you tonight, since you never did give me your name.” He gave out one last drink, before he turned toward her fully, his hands stretched on the bar. “You look like you need a drink.” He’d been a bartender for a few years, spotting strained smiles was second nature to him in a club. “What would you like, and how strong do you want it?”