Hard work pays off (Vance x OC)

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The bar smelt of sweat and humidity. Really the smell was never going to be pressed out of the room. She poured beer and made shots. Mainly. Every now and again she would have to go to the back and google cocktail recipes for the fifth time. should she know them? Yeah, but really after twelve her most complicated drink was a vodka cranberry.  

Maeve's  black tank top showed her newly healing tattoo, now in the itchy hell stage. A pint spilt on her, making her neck and chest sticky. Her dickhead manager said she had to stay until close (three hours from now). 

"Think of the money!" she said as she walked out the door. 

Maeve rolled her eyes and scanned the crowd. A group of teenagers sipping sprite with their parents for a birthday, taking a walk down the road every twenty minutes. College kids finally allowed to drink. An old couple who clicked for her in the loud bar and gave the college kid death glares every time they yelled. An old couple who were regulars and barely complained at all. 

The door opened to her right. She turned. 

Fucking. Vance. Hopper. 

Is this son of a bitch magnetized?  She fiddled with a her eyebrow piercing. 

"Do you have anything better to do than follow me around?" she asked. it came out a little meaner than she expected. If he noticed, he didn't show it.  

"Not really, no." he said, a shit eating grin appearing on his face. "I actually saw you through the window and thought I'd come in,". He leaned against the bar. 

"Have a fake I.D? I'll pretend,". Vance shook his head.

"I don't drink.". To say Maeve was surprised was an understatement. Every story spun of him had another thread pulled. 

The conversation flowed so easily. Music, TV shows they hated, her neighbor Pam who's family apparently had lived there forever. Everything. 

"How the hell do you know Toby?" she asked while cleaning glasses. 

Apparently, Vance shifted out of his dad's house about a month ago and Toby's then roommate (Maeve remembered her, flirted with him all the time and threw a fit when she found out he was gay) was throwing all his stuff onto his lawn yelling bout him leading her on and blah blah blah. Vance had a backpack of all his stuff and his dad's old bike. Vance diffused the situation, she left and he moved in. All of this about a month ago. 

"Damn, yeah she was a bitch," she said placing the rack into the cooler behind her. 

"Yeah, he's cool pretty lax with rent,". 

"Toby's always been generous maybe to his own demise," she said. She called last call and after the rush Vance was still sitting there when the sea parted. 

"So what do you do in your free time?" he asked, leaning on his hands. 

"Sleep,". He chuckled. 

"No really," 

Maeve had to think, it had been a while since she got any actual free time. 

"Jesus Christ, you really don't know?" he laughed. 

"No I guess I don't," she said "Get back to me, will ya?".  He nodded, pushing himself up form the bar. 

"Well, this has been great, but I'll see you later," she gave him a little wave as he walked out. The bar was empty and she was just standing there, at two in the morning watching his back as he walked down the side walk. 

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