Set It Up (Catradora AU)

On Tuesdays, We Drink Merlot

There was only one thing Catra despised more than old people. And that was old people drunk, while she, was stone cold sober. Honestly, what losers get drunk on a Tuesday evening, anyway? Who wants a hangover at work the next morning? No.. Tuesday night was definitely not the right energy for a late night drink. Maybe Monday though....Monday's were so crappy that a drink might fend off the headache you had thinking about enduring the rest of the week.

"Ma'am?"

Catra wanted to retch at the word. Ma'am only applied to any woman over the age of sixty.

"Sir?" She returned, hoping her tone wasn't too blunt. People like this, with clean shaven faces and pressed suits... they cared a little too much about customer service.

"Could I grab a scotch? Neat, please."

"Easy done," she gave a half smile, sliding a wireless eftpos machine in his general direction. The man tapped his card, and she didn't miss the pointed way he shook his left hand. The one wearing a Rolex. She wanted to scoff. Those who spent that kind of money on watches, yet sat at Hawk's on a Tuesday evening, weren't rich. 

Still, she didn't have a Rolex, so maybe this man was rather impressive after all.

She poured his neat scotch, and didn't look twice when he thanked her, moving onto the next person waiting.

"Catra."

A voice, both familiar and bothersome, interrupted her thoughts. She sighed, tucking the gin away and meeting stony blue eyes.

"How'd you know I work here?"

She did a quick scan for Sea Hawk, but he was no where to be seen. Last she remembered, he was flirting with poor Mermista over by the billiard table.

"Bow. Listen-"

"Hassling me at work isn't going to get you what you want, Adora," she whispered, loosening the collar of her blouse. Heat creeped up her neck.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She turned away from the annoying blonde, and towards a patient ginger-haired woman.

"Could I grab an espresso martini, please?"

Catra flashed her a smile, because she was about to request some I.D, and she needed to make sure she didn't come across like a cop.

"Of course, just gotta grab some I.D, if that's alright?"

The woman dug around in her purse, and Catra quickly made the drink, ignoring Adora's stare from across the counter.

"Well that was a bit rude."

"I was helping a customer," Catra said as explanation.

"I'm technically a customer."

"Are you buying a drink?" Catra let her gaze flick up and down. Adora looked like she'd come straight from work at the clinic, and she definitely didn't seem like the Tuesday evening drunk type.

"If I buy a drink, will you talk to me?"

"Sure," Catra shrugged.

There was zero chance that Adora was consuming alcohol on a week night. But when Adora grabbed the drinks menu, eyes focused downward, Catra pressed her lips together with narrowed eyes. She leaned forward, making sure her boss was no where close.

"And before you order, I'll need to see some I.D," she said with a small smile. Adora gaped.

"I'm-you know I'm-I just graduated-"

Catra just tutted, cleaning up some spills on the bench from earlier.

"Rules are rules."

Adora harrumphed, but pulled out her wallet. A sleek little beige one, but Catra couldn't catch a good look at the embossed logo stamped on it.