Summer shifted a little sideways on her stool, to get her elbows out of the newcomer’s way. She had already drunk too much to have much in the way of shields, and there was a distinct edge to the blonde woman’s mind that she couldn’t identify. Impulsively, she signalled to the bartender that she would pay for the other woman’s drink.
Noticing the small gestured exchange between the redhead and the bartender over her drink as she reapplied her lipstick, Sydney calmly placed her cosmetics back in her clutch and sat it aside. “So, are you going to tell me your name? Or just buy me the drink?”
“I thought I’d start with the drink. Isn’t that the way it usually goes?” She folded her arms on the bar, propping her chin on her hands. “I’m Summer.”