It was probably someone's birthday. That would explain the hats. A birthday, maybe someone was quitting, that would make the hats kind of awkward. Also her drinking, that would be supes inappropriate if someone was quitting. Not like it really matters, Riot was only a temp, along for the ride and free cake. Maybe it said it on the cake?
Happy Birthday Morning Dew.
Crap, which one's Morning Dew? She remembered no one's name and was two drinks in- correction now three drinks in because a sturdy draft just demanded their new tough girl do shots with him. Was he Morning Dew? Did the names of people buying her drinks thanks to an off season job really matter?
The answer was no, no they didn't, and there were pretty girls abound to slide up to in her jaunty party hat and make bedroom eyes at- one of which she quickly found out was Morning Dew. Very nice girl, very trusting. Believed in an instant that the drink Riot brought with was for birthday wishes and not at all a flirting tactic. Smooth. Didn't get a phone number but did avoid looking like a jackass so win win.
She'd migrate across the bar, away from the coworkers she didn't know to absolute strangers she didn't know. Sometime between the beginning of the night and now her hat had migrated to her flank. It would stay there for the rest of the night.
Quite a sight she made sliding up to the bar next to Bullseye. Especially since she had just spent the last twenty minutes making an a** of herself on the karaoke machine.
"Hey, my buddies bet I couldn't start a conversation with the hottest pony in the bar, wanna buy some drinks with their money?"
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