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On her year of traveling abroad on her way to the United Kingdom, Stasia had worked a lot of jobs and several of them were tending bars, so naturally when she made it to the UK, she found another bar tending job. She'd only been working here for a couple days now, but she got along well with Nick and she could deal with those unruly customers. On this particular evening, she had been working the bar for a few hours already and she'd earned a few coins as tip thus far. She smiled sweetly at a couple as they ordered a drink at the other end of the bar, then a jingle drew her attention. A young blonde woman had entered the bar and Stasia waved to her. "Welcome to the White Wyvern. I'll be right with you," she said, her Ukrainian accent plainly obvious. After she finished cashing out the couple, whom had started their post bar fun already, she waved them away, then moved down to assist her new customer. "Hello, sorry about that," she said, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she took in the beautiful woman in front of her. "What can I get for you, beautiful?" Her English was pretty good, but her accent was thick as it laid upon her words.

Bright blue eyes peeked out from beyond amber curls as she watched the newest patron consider her drink choice. The woman was a bit indecisive, saying that she supposed she should have thought that over before Stasia got to her. Then she asked for a recommendation after saying that she liked drinks a bit fruity. Mister Nick didn't have too many fruity drinks on the menu, but thankfully Stasia knew a few recipes she could mix up with the things she had here. A little grin crossed her face and the redhead nodded. "I think I know just what you want," she said, her grin persisting through her thought. Grabbing down some vodka and a few other ingredients, she mixed up a cosmopolitan, adding in a splash of apple juice to give it an extra tang of fruitiness. Setting the drink down in front of the patron, she smiled once more. "Here you are, darling. A cosmopolitan with an extra splash of fruitiness." Glancing up and down the bar, the only other people for her to wait on was the amorous couple at the other end of the bar. She really didn't want to go throw them out, so instead of engaging, she got out a dish rag and started the clean some of the glasses, ironically next to the gorgeous blonde. "You look a bit stressed and, you know, I am a bartender. Anything you need to unload? My name's Stasia, by the way." A little harmless flirting in between drinks and cleaning never hurt anyone. Actually it often led to more tips, and Stasia didn't mind flirting with the cute girl either.

When she received a confirmation that the drink seemed to hit the spot, Stasia grinned a little and gave a little nod. Perfect. The redhead continued to clean glasses from earlier in the day as the blonde before her considered her question, then introduced herself as Daphne. A pretty name for a pretty woman, Stasia thought to herself. The woman continued, saying she was stressed about work. That was the reason that most people chanced the dark and somewhat spooky Alley that led to the rather respectable institution that Mister Nick ran. Daphne continue, questioning whether she ought to stay with the old, reliable, yet boring job, or should she venture out into the world and explore the fun job, but one that isn't guaranteed pay. The age old question of head or heart. God, that was a terrible question to ask of Stasia. The girl had never once listened to her head, always to her heart. That was what had led to her wandering, to her searching for fame with her music, to her wandering Europe after her family's demise... She could have easily remained in Ukraine, with a house that was already paid off, and just gotten a real job, but she'd sold everything and left with naught but she could carry and her faithful companion Khmara...

"Well, me personally, I always go with what my heart wants," she answered truthfully, despite hardly knowing Daphne. "But I always choose heart over head. I've got the heart of a wanderer. Of course, that leads you, sometimes, into some of the weirder places." She motioned around her as an example. The redhead was working at a bar owned and operated by a vampire, which vampire patrons amongst the wizarding ones she helped. It wasn't a normal job, and it wasn't one she saw herself doing for the rest of her life. No, likely she'd only stay here until her heart bored itself with London, then she'd move on. Hell, she didn't even have a place here in London. She was just living a mostly vagrant lifestyle, like she had for the last year. "I'll let you in on a little secret," she shared. "I didn't want to be a bartender with my life. I've always wanted to be famous for my music. That's what I've spent my life doing, even when I came here to London. I make decent money playing in populated Muggle places. So take my advice with a salt grain." Stasia grinned at the pretty blonde, then stacked the cleaned glasses by the beer taps. She'd never been one to give out much advice, even in school since she wasn't the most responsible individual, but here she was, trying to provide advice.