Being New is a Bit of a Trend [Open]

Audra walks into a small building and finds herself in a bar before seating herself on one of the old, worn out bar stools up against the counter. No one really noticed she had walked in, but then again there were only four other people sitting around. One was cursing about the broken radio signal, two were talking about some car deal that was happening down the street, and the other was at the end of the bar, utterly focused on his half empty beer glass. Audra blinks at the oddities before looking back at the bar tender as he wipes a glass clean and turns around to look at her. He raises an eyebrow before snorting. "Ye kiddin', right? Yers only 'bout seventeen," he says, his nasally voice nearly getting a fist in his face. Audra stands and leans across the counter, lightly touching the bartender's hand and watching him relax as she tilts her head to the side a little and smiles. "Nev'r mind my rudeness. Lemme getcha somethin'." She sits back down and rubs the top of her hand, watching the bartender as he pours her a glass of vodka, paying no mind to his sudden change in attitude about her appearance. She simply sighs before downing her shot glass.