Alexandria listened to Nick's comment about the requirements for running a store and she just smiled at him, letting a chuckle escape past her lips as he smiled his dorky grin towards her. His smile was infectious, she couldn't help but laugh. Or maybe it was the fact that the alcohol was starting to take effect, and more things had become funny. Maybe it was a mixture of the two. Yeah, that was probably it.
As the bartender asked them if they wanted more, she looked to Nick, waiting for his answer, only to find him resting his arms down on the bar top and lean over to lay his head on top of them. Hearing him say maybe he shouldn't, she smiled affectionately at him. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't. She didn't want him to pass out at the bar. There would be no way, for her to get him home if he passed out. He wasn't a big guy, but she knew she wouldn't be able to support his drunk ass, if he passed out. Though she could always get one the bouncers to help her and get him into a cab, she supposed. "You don't have to." She commented nonchalantly, shaking her head.
Just as the words left her lips, Nick snapped his head up from his arms, and sat straight up. A disgusted look crossed his face with a just as displeased comment to match. Alex's hazel eyes traveled from his face down to his lifted arms. A confused expression flashing over her own features. "What is?" She asked, curious, wondering what happened. It didn't take long for her to make the connection though. "Ohhh...yeahhh." She had worked in the field long enough to know the problem. That was gross and also why she never usually leaned fully on a bar, unless she knew it was clean. Speaking of the bar being clean, that might have partially been her fault. She hadn't noticed the debris the previous customer had left before Nick came along. "Yeah. One more sounds like a good idea. Plus that might be my fault, so I kinda owe you." She smiled apologetic at him.
Her sheepish smile soon turned around to a warmer one, as he teased her about how he obviously deserved one more of the traumatic experience. "Oh, obviously." She teased back, her smile turning sarcastic and playful. She rocked on the stool, to the side and nudged him jokingly with her shoulder. The bartender nodded when Nick announced he'd have the same. Pulling out to clean shot glasses from under the counter and placed them on top. He then grabbed the vodka Alex had been pointing at from off the back shelf and poured them both a shot. "Two shots. That'll be 6 bucks." the guy said. Alex gladly handed over the cash to her co-worker before taking the two glasses, and handed one to Nick. Raising her shot up to his in a cheers, "Too new friends." she said with a pretty smile, and clinked her glass to his before shooting back the liquor.