Spencer, at the bar, getting to work<br/><br/>Spencer just laughed softly as the tray of sugar packets was shoved at her. "I got it, don't worry. Can't have you going postal on these helpless sugar packets. They'll be the way you like them." She grinned at Ingrid before making her way behind the bar to get to work at perfectly arranging the damn little packets.<br/><br/>She'd watched Ingrid enough to know that they all had to be facing the same direction and the exact same number of packets in each cup. The 21 year old focused on that at the very end of the bar, staying out of Riley's way when she took over for Ingrid.