The lights of Luna's Bar were dimmer than usual tonight, as if the place itself knew that chaos was about to descend. Most of the usual crowd had trickled out, leaving the polished wooden counters gleaming under the soft glow of the neon signs. The only people left were Andrew, behind the bar, and Tina, standing a little too eagerly at the edge of the counter, eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement.
"I swear, Andy."
She said, bouncing on her heels.
"I'm going to be the best mocktail maker ever. You'll see. People will remember my drinks forever."
Andrew raised an eyebrow, leaning on the counter, his arms crossed.
"Tina… remember what happened last time you tried to help me with a drink?"
"Oh, please."
She scoffed, hands on her hips, oversized sleeves hanging past her fingers.
"That was one incident! ONE. And it was… partly your fault for making the glass too slippery."
"Right."
Andrew muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched.
