Who: Mari and Sam (Artemis and Apollo) When: Monday night Where: Nyx What: Mari's night just became interesting.
For a Monday night, Nyx was fairly busy. Mari bopped her head along to the music that was playing as she placed two freshly made margaritas and a rumrunner in front of three women who were clearly from out of state. She didn't mind them though. Tourists were always great for business. Just as she was leaving them their check, a man who had to be in his mid to late forties reached over the bar to grab Mari's arm. So much for thinking I wasn't gonna be grabbed here. Her brows scrunched together as she turned to face him. "Can I help you?" she asked, pulling her arm out of his grasp. "Get me a bourbon on the rocks, a shot for yourself and your number, sweetness."
What a tool.
Mari turned around and set about to pouring the drink, rolling her eyes at the nerve of this guy. It wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to her as a bartender, but she hoped to avoid situations like this here. No such luck. Mari set the drink in front of the aforementioned tool and handed him his check right away. She was done with him, but apparently he wasn't done with her. His hand immediately shot out to grab her arm again. "Where's your shot and your number?" Her attempt at a smile was weak when all she wanted to do was punch this guy in the face. "Gonna have to pass on both of those."