It was a fairly busy Thursday night at the bar Love and Lucky, and only one bartender working the shift. He shuffled behind the bar, mixing drinks and sliding them down to customers. Each nodded a thanks as their drinks reached their hands. Some customers put a few dollars in his tip jar as he threw the shaker behind his back and caught it. Drinks and a show. As he finished up his latest drink, he blow at his hair that was hanging in his face. His hair was a spikey mess, but he liked it, everyone knew him for it.

"Salamander, scotch on the rocks please!"

He turned with a wide grin to the voice requesting the drink, and quickly assembled the drink. It had to be one of his regulars, since they didn't use his name on his tag. He peered through the dim lights to see a familiar smile from an older gentleman.

"George, it's nice to see you back from vacation."

George smiled, taking the drink from 'Salamander's' hand and took a small drink. The man had an uncanny ability to remember the little things about his regulars but it always made everyone happy that someone had cared enough to remember.

"Ah yes, it's good to be back as well."

"What did you end up doing?"

Salamander leaned against the counter, cleaning out a glass as he listened to the old man. He always liked hearing the stories of everyone who came in here, and George had been gone for well over a month. The old man needed the well-deserved vacation from what he had heard. He works as a lawyer and on his off days he goes and teaches to the college he goes to.

"The wife and I ended up going out to Minstrel. They had the best weather the entire time we were there, thank gods. Lots of fine dining and lots of drinking. But I missed this bar. It's not the same anywhere else."

He took another drink, and saw Salamander grinning at his statement and he nodded in approval.

"You can thank the great Salamander for that! I'm glad you had fun, but it's always nice to see a familiar face once again in the bar."

A voice rang out from the other side of the counter and he saluted to George as he slid down to the customer. He chuckled and held his drink up in acknowledgement. What he had said was true, if it weren't for him this bar wouldn't even be open. Before he started working here, there were only 2-3 customers a night, sometimes hardly even one. But he brought excitement, cared for each person that came through his doors and sat at his counter top. Word spread quickly of the great service that the bar had and it finally gained the popularity it deserved.

"He's pretty popular, huh?"

George turned his head to the voice and noticed a girl about Salamander's age watching the man mix up another drink for the customer who called for him. George just grunted in response, sipping slowly on his scotch. He watched the girl carefully. Salamander almost always seemed to have problems with the college girls around here, each calling herself his fangirl and such. The girl sat there watching the pinkette flit back and forth between customers, running a hand through her long blonde hair. George turned forward, not particularly worried about the girl anymore. He finished up his drink and called out to Salamander, and he came right over to George, a small pout on his face.

"Finished so soon? I wanted to hear more about your trip!"

George just chuckled and slid out of his chair, dusting his pants off as he readied to leave.

"You have your hands full today. I'll have to tell you another time."

He crossed her arms and rolled his eyes at the old man, noticing the college girl sitting next to him.

"A friend of yours George?"

He laughed, turning on his heel to head out. A college girl his friend? Oh he was quite the funny person.

"Nah, but I'll see you later Salamander, and stay out of trouble!"

He laughed loudly, and the college girl looked up, startled to hear such a loud laugh from the boy.

"Trouble is my middle name George! I'll see you later."

He grabbed his glass and took it to the sink to be cleaned, while the girl followed him with chocolate brown eyes. He was quite the interesting person with bubblegum pink hair, dark eyes and a loud laugh. She went to a closer chair to him and stared at him while he cleaned some glasses. He did this thing with his tongue, the soft pink flesh sticking slightly out of the side of his mouth as he scrubbed on the glasses, concentrating quite a lot.

"Any chance I could get a drink?"

The boy looked up from his dish washing and looked to the girl, a grin on his face. He wiped his hands on the rag hanging out of his pants pocket.

"Yeah! What would you like?"

"Lemonade please."

The boy stared at the girl for a moment, confused as to why she would get a non-alcoholic drink at a bar, but business was business.

"Coming right up!"

The girl smiled softly, staring at his name tag before he left to make her drink. She didn't understand why everyone was calling him 'Salamander'. His real name was nowhere near Salamander. She sighed, twirling a stray strand of hair around her finger. He probably thought she was weird to be getting a lemonade, but she needed an excuse to talk to him up at the bar. She and alcohol weren't exactly the best of friends.

"One lemonade for the weirdo!"

Her eye twitched, and she faked a smile at him, taking the tall glass from him. Of course, getting a lemonade would make her a weirdo.

"I'm not a weirdo thank you very much, I just have an exam to study for later tonight."

Perfect excuse for a college girl! She grinned on the inside, proud of her white lie. The boy nodded, clearly believing her story without much thought to it.

"Well that makes sense! Why come here though?"

He stared at the blonde, looking over her face as she sipped on the lemonade. She was pretty, and normally pretty girls don't come to Love and Lucky. He watched as she shrugged her slim shoulders and her lips pursed in thought.

"I heard it was a nice place, but I noticed no one else really going in. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to see why no one was here."

The pinkette nodded, and looked around the bar. He did notice that there were only older gentlemen here, not the college crowd she was thinking would be here. He didn't mind it though, no one came in to bother him for free drinks.

"Anyway, why is everyone calling you Salamander. Your name is Natsu, right?"

He grins at her, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. It was a habit a lot of the regular got into after they saw him take a flaming shot, and then proceed to breathe fire. She would probably think it was a weird story, so he would keep the explanation short and sweet.

"I'm a pyro, and the regulars here see that quite often when I'm working so the name kinda just happened."

She stared at him, clearly not understanding why still but she shrugged it off, accepting the reason.

"I like Natsu though, it suits you a lot better."

He tilts his head at her, confused to why she thinks that.

"And you think that why?"

"Your hair, it reminds me of summer."

His face flushes, and he coughs, looking away from her. She definitely was a weirdo.

"R-right. Summer."

She chuckles, and his chest aches. A chuckle shouldn't sound that adorable coming from a weirdo.

"Anyway, hurry up with your drink, we actually close pretty soon. It is only Thursday."

Her eyes widened and she looks at her phone for the time and curses under her breath, taking the glass and chugs it quickly. She sighs in content, licking her lips to get the slightly sour taste off her lips. She places slides the amount she owes to him and stands up, grabbing her phone off the counter.

"Sorry for keeping you, and thanks for the lemonade!"

He watches as she turns quickly and heads out the doors before he could even ask her name. He sighs, grabbing her cup before he notices a note tucked on the bottom of the cup. He grabs it and unfolds it, reading it and he scoffs, tucking it into his pocket.

~Thanks for the lemonade! Is your hair bubblegum pink or rose pink? I'm thinking of getting that color in highlights.~

"It's all natural, lemonade girl. Freaking weirdo.