Leah sat at the bar, the half-empty pint glass in front of her momentarily forgotten as her fingers flew over the keyboard of her phone. Jen had flaked on her AGAIN, and now she was stuck here looking like a loser. Everyone else she tried getting ahold of either had plans or weren't replying. With a sigh, she slammed her phone down and drained the rest of her beer. Should she leave? She didn't want to go to the movie alone. She wasn't in the mood to fend off drunken frat boys, either. A greasy dinner for one sounded in order.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," she said when the bartender was within earshot. When he pointed at her glass, she nodded.<br/><br/>"Yes, another Blue Moon. But I'd also like a half-order of nachos. No jalapenos, though, please," she added hastily before he walked off to put her order in. In moments, he was back with a fresh beer. Leah plucked the orange slice off the rim of the glass and slowly began to peel off the rind when the door to the bar opened and a young guy stepped in. When he sat down two stools over, she smiled politely and went back to work separating the orange slice, until she heard a quiet<i>thunk </i>on the counter. Glancing over, she saw the guy had placed a red box, with some sort of crest, down in front of him. Once the bartender had taken his drink order, she cleared her throat and spoke up.<br/><br/>"That's a beautiful box," she said, and when he looked over to her, she smiled again.<br/><br/>"Woodworking. I took it in high school. It's always been a fun little hobby. Is that for gaming, or something? D and D?" It was the only thing that came to mind when she tried to figure out why anyone brought a box to a bar. It could be an urn of some sort, but someone carrying around the ashes of their dead drinking buddy seemed far-fetched, at best.<br/><br/>Before he had a chance to reply, the bartender was back with his drink, and her nachos. Jalapenos littered the cheese on top.<br/><br/>"I said no jalap...damnit," she grumbled as the bartender walked off to attend to the loud frats at the other end of the bar.