Brittney
Ah yes, the bar.
A place that Hatzume never really found much charm or enjoyment in- unsurprisingly, it wasnt something she had bad memories of or whatever, it just... Wasn't really her scene
Outside of karaoke of course!! But those sort of bars were different to the daunting nature of an actual bar.

Either way, Hatzume was thirsty, her dry mouth and dried out stomach craved a splash of anything (that and something sugary, if she had the audacity to be specific.) The tall girl perched at the bar with wide, curious eyes.
So many taps, she wondered what could possibly plague them- probably some gross alcoholic shit... She gagged at the notion, shaking her head to herself frantically.

There was no one to frustrate yet that she could see, which outside of being annoying, also meant that there was no one to beg for apple juice with her small amount of money.
Robert
It's ight beobehehe

Valio was sorting out ciders in the back, spinning the bottles halfway to see their labels and where they should be put. I mean at least her hair was out of the way so she could actually see with what vision she had. They either said apple cider or some other unholy concoction. Valio wasn't one for alcohol, more of a bland water kind of woman in the first place. 

She was working the late shift working with drunkards and folk ready to forget things that made them sad. Valio was always the person to just hear their life stories when the only thing she was giving them was 2 shots of tequila and a worried stare. She's heard everything but at least the pay is good. 

She heard somebody take a seat at the bar which Valio answered with a stop of her current work and looking outside the small liquor room. She hunched below the frame of the door to not hit her head. Well that and she forgot she held apple cider in her gloved hand. 

Hatzume?? Of all people why is she at a bar. Did something happen? Were the angels back?? Did somebody die?? Shit was Esme dead??? Was Ares?? Panic laced her features slightly with a narrowed eye. It was like pebbles in a rotating ball with how was going inside her head. 

The large woman slid over to where hatzume lay deflated against the counter. She sets the cider on the counter and speaks.

"You need anything?"
Brittney
She began humming and clicking to herself with a bored smile upon her face. She had never properly been in a bar before- and she wondered if in a couple days this was to become a habit, or if this was just a one off, and she wouldn't find such places to be a regular haunt.
Whatever, alcohol was gross anyways- she had music to cope with her issues, even LOOKING at the gin was enough to leave that repulsively bitter aftertaste in her mouth and throat.

Her leg bounced on the stool with a bout of energy, awaiting someone to come out and appease her carnal need for juice.
And she was ready to impatiently leave until Valio turned the corner, her face contorting into panic at seeing Hatzume. 'Now thats no way to greet a customer!' Hatzume teased in her head, mock offended internally.

On the other hand, Hatzume perked up with glee to see Valio- her features uplifted and her goofy, crooked grin returning to it's place
"Forgot you worked here!" She noted in surprise, arms crossed on the counter as her curly ringlets poured over them messily.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhh uh" She drawled out, blinking profusely
"D'ya have apple juice??"
Robert
Valio was busy Rolling questions as of why Hatzume of all people, was in a damn bar. She's... Actually Valio didn't know how old hatzume was, this was odd. She knows barely anything about anybody other than herself harbouring an angel. Funny stuff! 

Valio raised her brow at Hatzumes comical look, the other patrons possibly casting just a glance before solemnly getting back to their frankly nasty drinks. The stood made sound against Hatzumes movement, it was like the girl was straight up from a cartoon. And if Valio didn't know any better, she'd say hatzume was. 

"I say it frequently, or do you have short term memory loss from all those mcflurries?" Valio jests as she opens the bottle of cider. She gets a glass from below the bar and places it in front of hatzume, pouring the cider into the glass. Not forgetting to at least have some ice in the glass, that's forbidden. 
"No. I can make a virgin drink or you can have this cider." 

Valio pushes the glass towards hatzume, just slightly. Just to give a hint.
Brittney
Hatzume definitely LOOKED old enough to be in a bar, but that was the sort of notion that went for most 17 year olds- well, most 17 year olds that are 18 in 2 days anyways. 
Her cartoon like exaggerations were her own way of saying 'i'm glad to see you!', something that many at the cradle have had to grow accustomed to in the past couple months. A tall girl with an ego and a dopamine level too high for her body.

"Uhhh that and the tism probably! I hope mflurries arent rottin' my brain but... I doubt it." Theres many a other things to rot away at her brain, like dumb daytime tv or rock music as those sort of elderly folk may say. She glanced at Valio with raised eyebrows as she looked at the glass.
"Virgin drink? Im not- huh?"

Her eyebrows furrowed in thought as she stared at the glass pushed in front of her, calculations flooding her thoughts and you could practically see the cogs turning in her head.
Until something clicked and she let out a quiet 'ohhhh'

"But I'm only seventeen!- well, im eighteen in like two days but!" She examined the cider with slight concern and critique, before taking the glass into her hands.
Ah! At least it was cold, a goofy smile came across her face at the sudden chill.
Robert
Hatzume looked like a blurry pompom to Valio, her vision is lacking considerably. Hatzume was always a bundle of something, much like Ares but much less contained? If that makes any sense, but hell it made sense to Valio and that's enough. She has grown used to Hatzume and her antics but she'd usually go to McDonald's or some other place, *Not a fucking bar*. 

"They probably have considering you order them non-stop." 
Valio looks at hatzume grabbing a glass a patron had left empty and started to clean it. Valio's face scrunched and then it eases to a soft smile. 
"They don't have alcohol. I could give you a virgin Shirley temple. It's what Esme orders, I'm familiar with it." 

Valio tries not to snort but it's quite hard considering Hatzume is looking at the glass of cider like it ran over her dog. It's just a drink, it's not going to kill Hatzume... Valio hoped. 

"Don't worry about it. You're fine, consider it an early celebration really. It's non alcoholic."
The cold condensation dropped down Hatzumes fingers. Valio hummed looking at the bottle of cider before looking at hatzume. 
"I'll make sure it's on the house, don't worry."
Brittney
She moved the locks of bright purple ringlets out from her eyes, as to look at Valio better with those bright red eyes of intrigue and wonder, the expression that somehow showed that everything on this earth was exciting to her, one way or another.
Even the barstool seemed to get her buzzing, she questioned quietly whether or not it spun, and with a jolt of her body and a look of pure betrayal, she realised they didn't in fact spin.

"Shame... They're the cheapest ice cream aside from the stuff in the kitchen though so!-"
She tapped her hands against the counter rapidly, seemingly not caring about any sticky residue off the bottom of people's drinks over time

"Esme!! I like Esme, she's my friend!- i trust her judgement"

A free drink, is a great drink, in Hatzume's eyes anyways- she let out a fervent 'woo!' of excitement at the notion. Her leg bounced as she eyed up the beverage
Robert
It's funny how Hatzume looks more like she belongs to being parahuman compared to others. It was certainly an insanity to Valio. She didn't know how much more her vision could take of the bright colours that stained her sight. 
She looked at hatzume with a questioning stare as the girl in question looked disgusted by the fact the stools didn't spin. They literally couldn't spin, or there'd be multiple drunkards plastered on the floor like paint. 

"I know Hatzume, they're like crack to you. But how many you have of em is rather insane."
Valio would hope there wasn't any sticky residue, she cleans this place endlessly from folk to get so drunk they turn blind. 
"Shirley temple, she's an actor. Dunno why there's a drink named after her..." Valio mumbles the last part. 
There are tons of people more worthy to have a drink named after them rather than actors. Like uhm... Okay Valio needed to give that some thought later. 
"She certainly has good judgement to have you as a friend. I'll make one for you, considering you just like the cider because it's cold."

Valio begins bringing out a soda a tall glass, getting everything out for something she makes rather often. Is it weird that Valio finds it to be reflex now taking over?

Well Valio isn't sure, why does Esme like this drink so much. Why does she come to visit Valio in the first place. She asks herself so many questions that her hands registered autopilot and the drink was already placed in front of hatzume. 

She needed to get her head in the game. 
"Why are you here Hatzume. Did something happen at the cradle?"
She probes.
Brittney
Hatzume struggled to wrap her head around the logic behind barstools that dont spin. They should spin, realistically speaking they are circular, circular meaning rotund and rotund possibly implying that it spins- but she jolted uncomfortably nonetheless, and would likely go to sleep sad about it.

"Well crack is expensive, mcflurries aren't" She mused, head lying on the counter sideways now, she looked much more bored and unamused than she actually was- but hopefully Valio had realised at that point that she had a very serious resting face when thinking.

"Shirley Temple... Nice. I think I should have a drink named after me but it would be super sugary and uh... Hopefully blue and pink"
And all she needed for that was reputation, street cred if you're so inclined- she rolled her head a little on the counter with a newfound grin
"Uh huh, we paint eachother's nails-"

Slowly but surely, her head rose a short couple seconds after the drink was placed beside her.

"Uhh, nothin' that i know of- I'm here because i got boreddd and you're fun company! Plus i was thirsty"
Robert
Valio didn't know what to think of Hatzume. She looked distraught a misplaced in the bar. Is it because the stools don't move? Probably. She should close up anyway. 

"People still buy crack anyway." 
Hatzumes face looked as though she was aggravated, was she mad at the woman? Damn, she was just doing her job. 

"If you had a drink it's be a small rainbow in a shot glass." 
She left out the fact it'd probably get you drunk or hyper so fast you'd be seeing actual rainbows for two days but Hatzume didn't need to know that. 
"You have cool designs or something?" 

Valio shifted to another patron taking their empty glass and giving them the bill of their drunken thoughts. 

"I don't know about fun company... But, sure. And you were thirsty. Waters too boring for you, huh."
Valio eyes other patrons, making sure they don't cause a scene. She was still listening to Hatzume.