Late night at the Llama.

[salylimon]

WHO: Emiliana, opened to everyone.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT:Being asked to work the late shift makes for one disgruntled Emi.

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[salylimon]

Emiliana had been busily putting away her newest tip (surprisingly given to her by the drunk man she had 'accidentally' spilled liquor on in response to his slurred advances towards the waitresses) when she heard one of her co-workers whisper to her companion something along the lines of, "Miralo! Que alto!"

Rolling her eyes at them, Emiliana, with her notepad in hand, began to make her way towards a waiting couple across the room when she heard someone address her. Pausing, she looked towards the now familiar blond with a look of mild surprised. "What?" she asked as she pocketed the small notepad. "What are you doing here-" she stopped briefly, trying to remember the bastard's his name. "Hans?" Ah, there we go. At least she hoped that was his name. If not, well, it didn't really matter.

Re: I propose that Hans gets drunk and Emi tries to get him home.

[salylimon]

"You actually remembered," she replied with a wry smile as she plucked up an empty bottle of Corona from the man sitting next to Hans. "And a Spaten lager?" Oh, fantastic. Another drunk to deal with. "Oh, uhm, I should be done by 11:30, midnight at the latest," she continued as she slapped the aforementioned man's bill on to the table.

Brown furrowing slightly, Emiliana helped the man up by pulling roughly on his arm. Batting him away, she pointed toward the exit as she collected the pile of dollar bills he had left behind. Now, for the Spaten lager.

Waving her hand towards Hans as an indication for him to hold on, she hurried over to the bar.

"Here," she said, holding out the bottle as soon as she was standing near the blond.