Slightly bemused and no little concerned, the bartender of the small bar frowned when his only customer, a regular that he saw often on weekend nights, indicated that he should fill up her mug again. "Are you sure you should be drinking this much, Alyssa?" He questioned, though he did pour her some more beer. She shrugged carelessly, sending tendrils of her dark hair falling down her shoulders. What was formerly a neat bun at the nape of her neck had become a mess of bobby pins and hair, as Alyssa nursed drink after drink in her favorite bar.
More customers entered the bar, taking the bartender away from his friendly concern over the young woman's well-being. Normally, she would never be seen in a bar on a weeknight; work ensured that she returned home every night, a restraint on the wild child that wanted to go out clubbing. However, she had only earlier that day gotten fired because of someone else's mistake and her hot temper, which would free her nights until she found another job. Even worse, upon returning to her flat, she'd discovered that her upstairs neighbors had flooded their bathroom, which had sent water cascading merrily into her own apartment.
After almost being hit by a car on her way to the bar, Alyssa figured she was due for a drink or two. Or three. Well, what did it matter anyway, if she didn't have to go in for work tomorrow?
At that moment, she heard the tiny bell ring, signaling the arrival of yet another customer. Alyssa turned (almost spilling her drink over the sleeve of her pristine white blouse), then squinted when she saw the familiar face. It looked like... but was that just the drink talking?
"Sam?" She called out curiously, raking a hand through her hair and replacing the mug of beer on the counter. "Is that you?"