Natasha had heard that every bartender doubled as a therapist to their patrons. Until she actually became a bartender did she find out how true that was. She consumed more drinks than she made just to deal with all the shit people were telling her. Of course, nothing about the gang or business just personal stuff. Who screwed who. Who did they screw. Blah blah blah blah. If she didn't drink already she would now. When she was tired of listening she just spoke a few words in Russian and pretended she didn't speak English. Easier than telling them to fuck off.

Nat was actually looking forward to the day ending until she walked in. Walking through the door was a beautiful blonde. Natasha had seen her a few times when she was working but never spoken a word to her. Hell, Natasha was the new girl and hadn't spoken more than two words to anyone. Natasha saw her walk up to the bar and she looked down pretending to be cleaning out a glass. "What can I get you?" Her Russian accent was out there for all to see. It was the one thing about her she wished she could change but she couldn't.