Thank Tony for his help
From Create Your Own Story
You nod again, sincere. “Really. Thanks, Tony.”
He gives you a small, tired smile. “Anytime. Take care of yourself.”
You turn toward the exit, already half outside the moment, then pause. Your bladder makes the decision for you. Right—pee first.
You pivot and head down the short hallway toward the restrooms instead, the air back there cooler, carrying the sharp scent of soap and cleaner. Inside, it’s mercifully quiet. You take care of business, wash your hands, and catch your reflection in the mirror for a second longer than necessary — flushed, a little wired, but steady.
When you step back out onto the bar floor, the light has shifted. the sun little lower now, slanting gold through the open sides of the bar.
Tony, walks out from the bar - clearly clocking out for the day, A new bartender has taken his place — a stocky woman with electric-blue hair shaved close on one side, the rest pulled back messily. Sleeveless tank, inked arms, solid stance. Very much a don’t-fuck-with-me vibe, softened by the way she leans comfortably against the counter as Tony hands things over.
“Got it,” she says with a crooked grin. “Have a god day .”
stay at the beach bar and have another drink and enjoy the view
