[h1][color=f2a19d]Wᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ Wʜᴇᴀᴛʟᴇʏ[/color][/h1][hr]

The scratching noise had drove Waconia up the wall for the entirety of Winter. All the squirrels that called Valibree home had taken it upon themselves to inhabit the walls, ceiling, and crawlspaces of The Silver Fish; Waconia's family bar that she had run now for a little over eight years. [color=f2a19d]"For all that is holy to the Goddess! Be quiet! It's too early for this!"[/color] Nia exclaimed as she shoved her pillow over her entire face, her spread of pinkish curls peeking from the pillow- the only thing she was adorning under the sea of blankets. 

[i]Mew.[/i]

The light mew had came from the most recent addition to the family, a small white cat named Mello, a play on his marshmallow looks. The cat proceeded to jump up into the bed and lay down right next to the young woman. She reached her hand down and scratched underneath his chin, [color=f2a19d]"I love you, but I wish you weren't so useless."[/color] she said in a baby tone, pursing her lips in a kissing face as she belittled the feline. He was really useless but he was so damn cute that she couldn't see herself doing much without him.

Climbing from bed, leaving Mello covered up Waconia proceeded to get dressed and ready for her day. Most of the time the bar took care of itself, the town had been good to her- filled with heavy drinkers and heavy tippers. She wouldn't consider herself well off, but she was definitely well fed and living happily. Most if not all of her profit went back into improving the bar and updating product. Waconia found pride in giving her customers the best of the best when she could. She even took special requests when a particular town member enjoyed a certain drink. Several of her specialties were named after town members and she felt that made the place feel more like home.

After getting dressed and feeding the cat, Waconia went down stairs to the actual bar and turned on all the lights and proceeded to take stools from the top of the tables and place them on to the ground. She went around and wiped every counter top, table, and surface alike. This job could easily be done by a worker but Nia took everything upon herself as she felt that it was her duty to run the place like her parents did. The blinking of the phone's answering machine caught her eye whilst in the middle of her morning cleaning routine. Reaching to it she pressed play and listened to the Mayor babble on about today's festivities.

The young woman would admit she wasn't all too thrilled about the events that took place in town, but it was good for business and she often got a good tip from the Mayor when she brought a variety of beverages from her stock. While thinking of a fancy concoction for tonight she felt a small vibration in the pocket of her apron. A text message!

[quote]You going to the picnic Wheaty?[/quote]

It was Red. 

Waconia smirked. Red was something else. The two had grown up together and as kids they had a lot of happy adventures, but ever since Red's father had gotten sick a new side of him had appeared. Nia couldn't blame him for being upset, but it was because of their strong personalities they had grown into the two often were just [i]too[/i] much for one another. She was slightly upset with him for not coming by the bar anymore. They used to spend every night together but when he had gotten into a heated argument with another customer Waconia had to ask him to leave. She had meant to apologize to him, but her pride kept her from doing it- waiting for him to apologize himself. They never did, avoiding one another for what seemed like a few weeks now

[quote]Ya.[/quote]

Waconia replied, a simple, barely one word answer. Something that she knew Red would hate. Causing problems before the event wouldn't get them anywhere though, she knew that. She didn't want problems this early in the day either. It was not fair for either of them.

[quote]Sorry. Ya, I'll here there. You going? Would like to see you.[/quote]

That was a bit more approachable.

Waconia shoved her phone back into the front pocket of her apron as unlocked and propped open the front door. The Spring air was cold but fresh. It felt nice to air out the bar after a month of being stuffy. First through the door was Aizum. Aizum was a regular customer that Waconia was still trying to really figure out. He was a bit of an oddball in the scheme of things, nice enough but often had a way of making people feel uncomfortable. Waconia was used to all types of people though so she did what did best and put on a gentle smile, [color=f2a19d]"Morning! Coming right up."[/color] she took to the tap and gave him a hearty size glass of ale.

Next on the appearance list was Astrid. A young woman who had rumor had it: she had taken over the old mine and got it back into working order again. Waconia had to admire a work ethnic that was like her own. [color=f2a19d]"Coffee maker not quite done, but the pup drinks for free."[/color] Waconia joked, grabbing a shallow bowl and filling it with water and a few ice cubes for the dog to have something to keep it occupied. Turning on the coffee maker to get it started. [color=f2a19d]"You know, I hate to tell you this but I know for a fact Grayson has that cafe open and more spotless than this place will ever be."[/color] Nia said, a bit of jealousy in her voice. She was prideful of her work, but she couldn't compete with that boy's work ethic. Plus he had delicious food! Waconia couldn't cook to save her life despite her mother's hard tries. Nia could enjoy food surely, but create it- she was pretty hopeless.

As the coffee deemed itself ready, Waconia poured a mug for Astrid, leaving a small pitcher of creamer and some sugar cubes if she preferred her coffee not black. She left the two to their early morning drink as she began testing out some mixes so that she could bring it to the party tonight, in between attending to any guests that would come in.