༺ NO LIMITS ➳ BRADLEY BRADSHAW ༻

⁰² a beer and your number

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Her mom had been right on the phone, the small bar was favoured dearly.

Bodies kept arriving until there was little to no room to move, yet every person in the space drank and spoke with nothing but cheers and smiles. The environment was mesmerising and Daniella worked with a smile glued to her face as she watched everyone have a wonderful time. Everyone was so unimaginable welcoming to the daughter of their favourite bartender/bar owner.

Daniella had found herself with a unique flow at pouring and serving drinks to anyone who asked. She was quick paced and her witty humour caused tips to pile high.

Penny felt herself less pressured with the help of another, she found herself glancing at her, now grown up, child. Penny saw many resemblances of her younger self in Daniella, tho Daniella had a far better head on her shoulders than Penny ever had at her age. She was a proud mother for that.

"Does Nat know I'm back yet?" Daniella questioned her mother as she dried drink glasses.

"No I haven't told her, are you excited to see her?" Penny asked with a smile, she was enthusiastic for her daughter.

"Excited isn't even the word."

Natasha Trace.

Better known now as Lieutenant Natasha Trace, or 'Phoenix'.

The two had met back in college and became unbreakable over the years. Daniella had watched Natasha's naval aviator fantasy go from a dream to a reality.

It had been the both of them who had planned to go travelling one night when they got high on Nat's roof.

Tho the plans got interfered due to Nat's job but Natasha encouraged Daniella to fly solo, leave San Diego on her own and travel like she always dreamed. And Danielle did just that.

Even when she was gone tho, the two continued to keep in contact and if anything they were closer than ever. So when Danielle had decided it was time to come home she chose to not inform her friend, keeping it a surprise which would soon be revealed tonight. Penny had told her daughter how Natasha always came to the bar with her colleagues and would constantly ask how Daniella was.

The night grew even more rushed as the evening got later, but Daniella enjoyed every minute of it. She felt at home.

"And how can help you?" She smiled at a man in a navy uniform peering at her from the other side of the bar.

"A large beer and your number would be perfect." His sleazy words and cocky smile made Daniella want to slap him, tho she didn't know him. The name on his badge read out "hangman" as his call sign, she rolled her eyes.

"You can have a beer, and for the comment, you can pay double." She
decided with an unimpressed sarcastic smile.

"Fiesty." He kissed his teeth as Daniella began to pour the unpleasant man a beer.

"You new?" He continued to make a pathetic attempt at conversation.

"Yeah, how'd you know? cause you'd 'remember a pretty face like mine" She predicted his next line and correctly at that. His jaw clenched in annoyance but with an impressed expression.

"I've heard them all, this isn't my first rodeo with guys like you." Daniella humourlessly smile at him and slid the freshly poured drink over to him. 

"'Guys like me' ouch" He smirked over at her in heartless pain.

"That'll be $4.50 please, not including tip." She smirked cockily back at the price she had just charged.