Whiskey with Wine

Serving Breakfast

(Sorry if this one took a while, I've just been getting distracted a lot ~{┬╭╮┬}~ )

She looked over at me and rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. Wait..why does that eye roll look familiar to me?
I watched her move her attention over to other booths and small tables around the bar. She cleaned them up and placed the slightly stained glass cups on a tray she grabbed as she walked in.
She seemed accustomed to those chores. She even seemed to have made a friend with an older gentleman who's enjoying a.. glass of red wine? Hmm.. it's so early though..  He seems old, but cherry and kind. He's laughing and telling of (well from what I could hear him say) his grandkids.
For some reason, she interrupted him and pointed over to the back. The man smiled and excused her.
Where is she going? Wait..why am I interested?
Ironically, I continued to watch her hurry to the back and leave the man to drink alone in his Sunday suit.
I shouldn't be worrying over her! I should be trying to find out what happened last night! , I thought frustrated at myself.
Later a bell was rung from somewhere in the room, catching my attention again, and the girl walked out holding another tray with both hands this time.
She looked around the room and then had me in sight. She briskly walked over to my booth.
"Are you Holland?" she asked with a look of apathy.
"Y-yes, that's me..," I said somewhat put off by her impression.
"Well here's your food. If you need anything just ask someone around with an apron, alright?" She asked expecting a reply as she set the meal down on the table.
"Oh uh okay. Thank you er- uh sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
She seemed slightly alarmed by that question, but mumbled a barely coherent "The name's Audrey.."
"Audrey?" I said echoing her. Suddenly my head ached, Why does that seem familiar too? Do I know her??
"Don't go off wearing it out, though.." She said with a half irritated tone
Maybe I met her somewhere.., still lost in thought I began to think of where I could of have met her.
"Audrey? Have you lived here long?" I asked now trying to more info out to soothe my growing curiosity for this girl.
"Welll..not too long I guess. I just moved here a few months ago..actually do you even know where you are ?"
"I uh...not really.." she smiled to my response and her thick black curls swayed back and forth as she shook her head softly, "Oh I can tell. You had such a rough night last night..and the way you just woke up? Oh man..so...how are you doing?" She asked suddenly glowing with positive emotions. It was like a few moments ago she was all irritated and stone-face.
"I uh..well I don't know exactly. After drinking some pink stuff that was given to me I sorta feel..better? I just can't remember last night.."
"Well His drink isn't a miracle worker, but it does the job.. but you really don't remember last night?" Audrey held the tray at her side, her face showed some concern.
I tried thinking back, but all I could remember was feeling low and driving somewhere.. my mind wasn't permitting anything to be remembered.
"N-no actually.. to be frank, I don't really remember walking through the door of this place.." I said, unintentionally, with enthusiasm.
"Oh. wow. uh- I-I'm pretty sure it'll come back to you at some point-" she voice became frantic all of a sudden, "- here I should go. You gotta eat, right ?" She said slightly uneasy.
"Um yeah I gu-"
"So wait- are you sure you don't remember a thing last night??" She asked repeating her last question in a more serious tone as she interrupted my reply.
My heart began to beat faster by her unsettled nature, "Y-yes.. I'm sure.. I really don't remember a thing.."
She looked off to the side quickly then shut her eyes, sighing in discomfort, "W-well I'm sure that's alright. Uh Enjoy your food, Holland.."
She then turned and walked off tray in hand, thoughts in mind, but a storm of worry and confusion began growing in my stomach.

What ever happened last night must've been bad, I thought.