Snippet #2537538

"Tullamore Dew." Jettie glanced down at the bottle for reference as she answered him with satisfied smile. He had seemed to enjoy it but she found herself wishing she would have served him Jameson instead. "It says it's legendary," she added, pointing to the label as she bounced one shoulder up into a shrug.

When the handsome newcomer commented on him being her only customer, she nervously glanced down the bar. Jettie had been so wrapped up in serving him, she had not even paid attention to any of the other thirsty guests. Luckily the other two bartenders, Rob and Andrea, seemed to be happily picking up the slack. She figured it was to gain more tips, but when the two exchanged giddy glances and Rob shot an encouraging wink in her direction, Jettie knew otherwise.

Her coworkers, who were definitely sleeping together, were continuously teasing her about men. At least once a week Andrea would claim that she found the perfect match for Jettie; all of which Jettie would refuse to even meet. Not that she distrusted Andrea's taste in men, Rob was nice looking and charming, it was just that she simply was not interested in meeting anyone at the moment. Between managing costuming gigs, making clothes at home and bar tending, she could not even imagine where she'd fit in awkward blind dates and worrying about whether or not she was wearing sexy underwear. Life was so much easier when you could grab any pair from the drawer without a second thought.

Shooting Rob a playful eye roll, she looked back at the customer who seemed to have just gained a personal bar tender for the night. Or at least until her shift ended. "Jettie. Jettie Greene," she confessed, near kicking herself for giving over her last name to a perfect stranger. Hurriedly, she continued, "I sew.. Like costume design and fashion design."

When he referred to Lucy's Lair as a cesspit, she grinned and replied in playful defense, "Hey, It's not that bad here... Are you accustomed to taking your whiskey somewhere a bit more classy? Should I have used the fine crystal for your drink? Or a golden chalice perhaps?" Her tone was teasing as she lifted one eyebrow in inquiry.