raise your glass {SEB}

[joselyn claire allaway]

outfit

The bar was empty. On one hand, Joselyn preferred it this way because it meant she didn't have to socialize, but on the other hand, it meant that there was no one to toss their money her way. It wasn't like her salary was that great if she didn't make tips, so it was in her best interests to socialize. It was difficult to socialize, though, when there was no one in the bar. One man had come in, she thought it was a professor, but he'd only tossed her a couple quarters for his two beers before leaving. Next time he came in, she vowed to use a dirty glass.

Now, however, she was wiping water off of glasses. They were all clean, just sent up from the dishwasher, but Joselyn was certain that there was moisture on them. It was only when she was bored that any sense of domestic duty set in--otherwise, she was terrible at cleaning. She was much better at ordering people to clean for her, which the bar tended to frown upon unless there was a free bus boy. Unfortunately, the bus boys had decided to hide out in the kitchen until customers came. Everyone but Joss was hiding out in the kitchen, probably eating.

Joselyn didn't like the bar food, however, and never ate there unless she had to. She tried to bring a snack or something when she had things on hand, but that was rare and she usually just went from nine to two without food unless someone brought her something. She didn't expect anyone to tonight, since it seemed as though the rest of the world was too busy to come to the bar. Which was a shame, because Joselyn had her eye on a new Prada bag and, while her parents did give her a sizeable allowance, she preferred to pad it with her own income. She was used to a certain standard of living, after all.

Finishing up her last damp glass, she sighed. It was just past eleven on a Thursday and the bar was usually at least semi-crowded at this point. Joselyn herself could usually draw a crowd, since she dressed specifically for that purpose. This was strange. Though it might have been futile, Joselyn reached for her clutch to get her compact and lipstick. There was no one there to impress with the touchups, but she wanted to at least feel like she looked good.

[sebastian lee bernard]

dressed to impress

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Sebastian burst into the bar in a fashionably late manner, ready to run up and greet his good friend, Drake, who would surely be there waiting for him. After all, that was the whole reason Sebastian liked to arrive at least ten minutes late to just about every social event; he liked making entrances, and he couldn't make entrances if no one was already there to see him. Plus, he was lazy.

However, tonight, no one was there to see him stride in importantly, for when he flicked his sunglasses down to scope the room, he found the room depressingly empty. With a slight pout, he stood in the doorway for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do with this weird circumstance of arriving before everyone. He never had to deal with this. Finally, he shrugged and headed to sit at the bar and save his friend a spot.

The first thing he noticed upon sitting down was that the bartender was quite the looker, to say the least. She was exactly his type; female, gorgeous, and to top it all off, the bringer of food and drink. What more could a guy ask for? Waving her down, he peered at the drink menu quickly, though he already knew what he wanted.

"Sex on the beach, please," he ordered with a small grin, "and a drink, too, if you're up to it."

[joselyn claire allaway]

Joselyn looked up from her mirror at the sound of the door and instantly wished she hadn't. A douchey frat guy appeared to have burst in and was looking around, likely for his entourage. She assumed, as she snapped her compact shut and closed her lipstick tube, that he had gotten his directions wrong and was now in the wrong bar. The hissy fit she predicted would probably come in a few minutes, when he realized that she wasn't hiding the rest of his brothers behind the bar.

When he started moving, she sighed quietly and stuffed her grooming tools back into her clutch. She guessed it was a good thing that he'd decided to wait, since then she would actually make some money. As he got closer, she tried not to sneer. His outfit was ridiculous, to say the least. Definitely some freshman rushing a frat. He was probably trying to get in with a fake I.D. Perhaps he'd thought that, in the large group of brothers, he would just blend in and have no need for an I.D. That might have worked at a more crowded bar, or if he wasn't so blatantly young, but Joselyn intended to card him good.

She meandered over to him as he sat down, cherry lips pursed, and crossed her arms. "Sure," she said, her voice soft but carrying. "Show me your fake I.D." Hopefully, her obvious knowledge of his youth would convince him to just leave. Not that she could really talk, since she was only 19 and working in a bar, but it wasn't like she had a fake I.D. or drank in bars.

[sebastian lee bernard]

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in an amused sort of way when she asked him to show his ID. He was fairly certain that, aside from the professors, he was probably older than most of the frequenters of this bar.

"That's cute," he commented, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. "Look, I can't help it if I have the flawless, smooth skin of a baby's bottom. I guess you could just call it a gift." He extended his very real ID to her between his fingers. "You know, if you really wanted to know my name and address, you could have just asked."

Not that he minded being alone with an attractive girl, but he couldn't help but wonder where Drake was. It was very unlike his friend to be so late, and Sebastian was beginning to think he was being stood up. This was most certainly a night of firsts. He decided silently to give him a ring if he didn't show up within the next five minutes. He did not stay out this late for just anyone, after all. Sebastian valued his beauty sleep, and made exceptions for ladies and bros. Sebastian had thought he was training Drake for bro-status, but tonight was beginning to show that he had his training work cut out for him. Hmmmmph.

[joselyn claire allaway]

Joselyn took his ID and scrutinized it, determined to find something wrong with it. It was a little worn around the edges and the picture looked dorky, but other than that, she couldn't see any flaws. If anything, that made it more real, since it meant it wasn't new. At his comment, she scowled, hoping that her lipstick made her scowl look like it deserved as much tips as her half-smile did. Against her better judgment, however, she looked at the name on his ID. It read 'Sebastian Bernard' and, when she looked at him, he looked like he could have been a Sebastian. She sighed and passed the license back to him.

"Sex on the beach?" she said, turning around to look for a glass. She grabbed one that she'd recently wiped off and set it on her drink-making counter before turning back to him and folding her arms. He must have been, she reasoned, some sort of stoner. A stoner frat boy. Just her luck that the only customer in the entire building was a jerk. She was glad that she wasn't wearing a nametag.

"And by the way," she said, tapping one finger against her arm, "babies don't have beards."