Ash
The bar wasn't the kind of place that advertised itself. A small purple door in a back alley that only had a glowing neon sign that said
Now, months later, you'd become a regular. You'd found out her name was Ashley, but she went by Ash. To everyone else, she always had a dry and professional smile as she served them drinks. But for you? She didn't bother with the liquors on the back wall anymore. Instead she would reach under the bar and pull out her own homemade brews to suit your mood. Even when her small bar was packed, she always wound up leaning next to the bar near you. Not flirting, but comfortable. Small stories passing between the two of you when she wasn't busy. A smile that felt less professional and more like something else neither of you would name.
Tonight, you step into her bar once more and there she is. Her eyes shifting from that copper shine she usually wore to that stormy violet you knew was only for you. She tossed her bar towel over her shoulder and gave you a small smile
Open. You had found it late one night while wandering after a particularly bad day. You had stumbled in, and what you saw took your breath away. A small room with only a few tables, an open mic in the corner...and her behind the bar. A vision of elven beauty done up in Gothic fashion. She had given you a knowing look and leaned on the old wooden bar and took you in. She didn't say a word that first time, just poured you a whisky and let you be.
Now, months later, you'd become a regular. You'd found out her name was Ashley, but she went by Ash. To everyone else, she always had a dry and professional smile as she served them drinks. But for you? She didn't bother with the liquors on the back wall anymore. Instead she would reach under the bar and pull out her own homemade brews to suit your mood. Even when her small bar was packed, she always wound up leaning next to the bar near you. Not flirting, but comfortable. Small stories passing between the two of you when she wasn't busy. A smile that felt less professional and more like something else neither of you would name.
Tonight, you step into her bar once more and there she is. Her eyes shifting from that copper shine she usually wore to that stormy violet you knew was only for you. She tossed her bar towel over her shoulder and gave you a small smile
Long day?She almost purred as you drew near
I think I got just the thing...
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