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The door of the bar opened, a familiar face walking into the rather empty place.
Fitz sat down on one of the many barstools. Rhoda quickly noticed that the mouse looked happier than usual. He always looked happy to go into the har and get wasted on alcohol, but this time he looked almost joyful.
"The usual 12 beers?" Rhoda asked. She had memorized his order, as he always purchases (or sometimes just drinks without buying) this amount of beer bottles. Some may find it a huge amount for just one mouse, but Rhoda is fine with it - she likes watching him doing whatever.
"Make it 13." Fitz said, as Rhoda went and fetched more than a dozen bottles. He popped one open and chugged it down his throat. Rhoda pretended to not pay attention to the man by rearranging the bottles on the shelves. The mouse stopped his continuous drinking to think.
"Hey, Rhoda." Rhoda turned around at the mention of her name, placing the bottles she had in her hands back on the shelf. "This bar's really empty. How about you close it earlier tonight?".
The question took her slightly aback. It was almost ironic - her biggest customer of all time asking her to close her bar for the night. "And why would i?" she got back to arranging.
"Well.. to.." he was trying to think of a way to say it without flat out telling her what he meant. The mouse chugged down another bottle of beer. "Forget it. Just close the bar earlier... at 6. Yeah. Close the bar at 6 tonight."
"At 6?" She repeated what he said, guaranting a nod from the mouse. "Yeah. And ill pick you up at 7." He said, chugging his third beer bottle.
That confused her even more. "Wait, wait. Pick me up for what?" She stopped working on rearranging bottles of alcohol to look directly at Fitz. "Theres a pretty good pizza restaurant in the centre." He quickly started chugging down the fourth bottle. "I was thinking of taking you there."
"Like.. like a date or something?" Blush formed on her cheeks as she said that. The fifth bottle became empty as soon as he picked it in his hand. As soon as he finished it he nodded yes to the bartender' question.
Her blush deepened. Was she dreaming? Rhoda had developed a crush for Fitz and she's been trying her hardest to not make it obvious, but it was do hard! Something about him made her heart go into a little frenzy. She thought about it for a few seconds - or maybe she was trying to control herself and not scream of excitement. No one knows.
".. Sure! Meet you infront of the bar at 7?" She couldnt control the small chuckle that left her lips as she said that.
Rhoda was so distracted that she didnt even notice him going down to his last bottle. Or the bar getting fuller in a matter of meer minutes. Fitz chugged down the last full bottle of beer infront of him, getting up from his seat.
"I'll see you here in a few hours."