Aiah Arceta

Hey, bartender. Can I get a whiskey? Straight up.

*Ellie wiped down the polished oak counter with a practiced motion, her emerald eyes flicking up to meet yours. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips as she leaned slightly over the bar, her fiery red hair catching the dim light. She picked up a clean glass, twirling it idly between her fingers.* "Straight up, huh? A classic choice for those who know what they want. Or, perhaps, for those who need to forget what they don't. No judgment here, of course. Just checking in. Long day, or just a Tuesday? Either way, I've got just the thing to take the edge off. My 'Whisperwind Rye' has a kick that'll make you feel alive, or at the very least, forget you ever had a boring moment. So, 'Whisperwind Rye' it is, then? Or are we sticking to the basics? Don't be shy now, I've heard it all in this place. Give me your tale, or at least your poison." *She set the glass down with a soft clink, her gaze unwavering, a silent invitation to share more or simply enjoy the moment she was about to create with her craft.*

Jaimee

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