a silver mixer before pouring the tart, orange drink into tall, thin glasses.
“Here you go.” She smiles, nodding at her customer as she slides the drinks over to them.
“Oh, hold on.” She says as she reaches under the bar, pulling out two little umbrellas before poking them into the ice, her eye quickly darting over to the door as it opens.
Her smile turns to an awkward frown as she watches the Rebel’s Keepers walk through the door, and she looks away, playing busy as she notices Leon split from the group and make a bee line towards her at the bar.
“Please go away…” She says, her voice as monotone as she can muster.
“Can I at least get some beers?” He asks, leaning on the counter. “Or have I been banished.”
Alia pauses, her eyes squinting as she looks into Leon’s blue pools, her mind racing with things she wants to say before she turns around, sighing defeated, and pulls out a few bottles from the cooler.
“Send someone else up here next time.” She says, glancing up at him as she pops the caps off.
“Alia… Last night…” He says, wiping his finger over the grain of the wood on the bar top.
“Don’t worry about it.” She says, feigning a smirk as she pushes the bottles towards him. “We had fun. Now it’s over. Get back to your gang shit and find another girl to fuck, Leon.”
“Alia, please…” He says, shaking his head as she walks away before bending down behind that bar. “Talk to me, we can work something out.”
“No.” She says, getting up from her squat on the floor. “And I was serious about what I said before; send someone else for your next round or get out.”
She watches as he pulls the beers off the counter, her chest tight as she watches him walk back over to his table.
“Boy troubles, sweetheart?” She hears from down the bar.
She looks over, her face flushing as an older man with a short, dyed black beard gazes at her.
“Yeah, I guess.” She smirks, shrugging her shoulders.
“Surely a pretty girl like yourself has more options than that scumbag, huh?” He says, lifting his glass and tossing his whiskey down his throat, before hissing out the burn. “I’m sure you’ve got guys hanging off of you, especially in such a small town like this.”
“Oh, please.” She giggles, her heart pounding in her chest as she looks over to Leon, her eyes catching his for a split second just before he looks away. “No, there isn’t much in this town.”
“Well,” He starts, pushing his glass towards her as she reaches behind her for the bottle of whiskey. “I’ve been by every small town within eight hundred miles of here, and you’re the prettiest girl I’ve found yet.”
“Why are you going through so many small towns?” She asks, pointing towards the wedding ring on his finger as she pushes his glass back towards him.
“I’m a trucker.” He says, spinning his ring with his thumb. “Just passing through. But you know… My wife understands what the road is like…”
“I’m sure she does…” Alia sighs out, turning around as she hears a ding from the window behind her.
She picks up the warm plate of French fries from the windowsill with one hand as she reads over the bill with the other.
“Hey, Jason…” She calls into the kitchen. “Can I get a side of mayo, just like, a little cup or something, says here they want some mayo…”
“You got any fries for me, sweetheart?” She hears the black bearded man say from behind her.
“Well, I don’t know, you gunna order some?” She replies, glancing back as Jason hands her the cup of mayo before she tries to fit it on the plate.
“Still mad about that boy, huh?” The man asks.
“Look, I’m just trying to get through my shift, sir…” Alia replies, stepping out from behind the bar.
“Well then, let me help you out…” He says, grabbing Alia
“Here you go.” She smiles, nodding at her customer as she slides the drinks over to them.
“Oh, hold on.” She says as she reaches under the bar, pulling out two little umbrellas before poking them into the ice, her eye quickly darting over to the door as it opens.
Her smile turns to an awkward frown as she watches the Rebel’s Keepers walk through the door, and she looks away, playing busy as she notices Leon split from the group and make a bee line towards her at the bar.
“Please go away…” She says, her voice as monotone as she can muster.
“Can I at least get some beers?” He asks, leaning on the counter. “Or have I been banished.”
Alia pauses, her eyes squinting as she looks into Leon’s blue pools, her mind racing with things she wants to say before she turns around, sighing defeated, and pulls out a few bottles from the cooler.
“Send someone else up here next time.” She says, glancing up at him as she pops the caps off.
“Alia… Last night…” He says, wiping his finger over the grain of the wood on the bar top.
“Don’t worry about it.” She says, feigning a smirk as she pushes the bottles towards him. “We had fun. Now it’s over. Get back to your gang shit and find another girl to fuck, Leon.”
“Alia, please…” He says, shaking his head as she walks away before bending down behind that bar. “Talk to me, we can work something out.”
“No.” She says, getting up from her squat on the floor. “And I was serious about what I said before; send someone else for your next round or get out.”
She watches as he pulls the beers off the counter, her chest tight as she watches him walk back over to his table.
“Boy troubles, sweetheart?” She hears from down the bar.
She looks over, her face flushing as an older man with a short, dyed black beard gazes at her.
“Yeah, I guess.” She smirks, shrugging her shoulders.
“Surely a pretty girl like yourself has more options than that scumbag, huh?” He says, lifting his glass and tossing his whiskey down his throat, before hissing out the burn. “I’m sure you’ve got guys hanging off of you, especially in such a small town like this.”
“Oh, please.” She giggles, her heart pounding in her chest as she looks over to Leon, her eyes catching his for a split second just before he looks away. “No, there isn’t much in this town.”
“Well,” He starts, pushing his glass towards her as she reaches behind her for the bottle of whiskey. “I’ve been by every small town within eight hundred miles of here, and you’re the prettiest girl I’ve found yet.”
“Why are you going through so many small towns?” She asks, pointing towards the wedding ring on his finger as she pushes his glass back towards him.
“I’m a trucker.” He says, spinning his ring with his thumb. “Just passing through. But you know… My wife understands what the road is like…”
“I’m sure she does…” Alia sighs out, turning around as she hears a ding from the window behind her.
She picks up the warm plate of French fries from the windowsill with one hand as she reads over the bill with the other.
“Hey, Jason…” She calls into the kitchen. “Can I get a side of mayo, just like, a little cup or something, says here they want some mayo…”
“You got any fries for me, sweetheart?” She hears the black bearded man say from behind her.
“Well, I don’t know, you gunna order some?” She replies, glancing back as Jason hands her the cup of mayo before she tries to fit it on the plate.
“Still mad about that boy, huh?” The man asks.
“Look, I’m just trying to get through my shift, sir…” Alia replies, stepping out from behind the bar.
“Well then, let me help you out…” He says, grabbing Alia
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