Some say love is fun, others deep, and others romantic. However, if one took love from the perspective of Molly Baker, love would be one thing: an absolute waste of damn time.

"He gave me flowers Gill, FLOWERS. What am I, some sort of courtesan from the 18th century?" She snorts and plops unceremoniously into a barstool at the counter. She spots a head of tangerine curls. "Chase, get me a damn vodka, straight. I'm gonna need it." The brunette groans in agony.

"Molly, courtesans were prostitutes." Gill tells her flatly, poking absent-mindedly at his now cold tomato risotto.

"Screw you." She mumbles bitterly, swiping the unruly hair out of her face. "But Gill, understand flowers? That's basically saying, 'I'm just doing this to get you in my bed!' And to think the idiot broke up with Selena not a week ago. I'm never letting Luna play matchmaker again." Nearly clawing her eyes in despair, she hisses to the nearest man. "Chase, where's that vodka? I need it pronto!"

A faint voices echoes from the kitchen with irritation, "I'm busy at the moment, so wait your damn turn! If that stick is so far up your ass, take it up with Kathy. I'm a cool, not a bartender."

"But I'm your customer! And you're about to lose me if I don't get that vodka!"

Kathy immediately rushes over at that remark. "I'm so sorry Molly! Joint's hoppin' t'night, and without dad it's tough gettin' 'round to the customers. He was goin' out for somethin' with the gradin' company. Anyhows, that rum'll be comin' over before you can say 'I got me a slack jaw snapper!'" Sometimes, a southern drawl got to Molly, but at least it wasn't as cheesy coming from the waitress.

"I don't think I'll be saying that anytime soon Kathy." She manages a small chuckle, mood already improving. "At least I know you're not a lazy ass!" As soon as the words leave her mouth, an angry nest of curls pops out from the kitchen.

"You better watch you food for the next few days, Baker. You don't know what you'll find in it," is all the chef has to say, before leaving in an angry huff to go deliver his two orders.

"Bastard," she spits, and though she hates him to the core, it sure was nice to watch that fine ass leave.

"Nice way ta sneak a peek, Molls. I aughtta be back workin' tho'. Be seein' ya," and with a wave of her pretty nails, Kathy was back at it.

"I'm still here, just thought I'd let you know." Gill sighs smoothly, though melodramatically, grabbing her attention immediately.

She scoffs darkly, glaring at him playfully. "Shut up princess, I don't pamper." A glass of rum slides next to her, and is caught with ease and much apparent practice. A drink, and sweet anodyne dulls her senses. She slams it down, sloshing the liquid around.

"Alcohol ruins your liver." He softly sings next to her, displaying his glass of water to her before taking a sip.

"Wait what was that?" She puts a hand to her ear, "I could've sworn that was the saintly preachings of my brother just now."

"That's because he's right." Gill replies sourly, wrinkling his finely-curved nose at the now ice cold food, before pushing away.

"Speaking of him, you know he's coming up in the spring season, right?" She segways, quickly dropping the subject of her drinking habits.

"Kasey informed me." He sighs heavily, deep in thought. An uneasy silence falls between the two.

"Gill, it's not something you can hide forever." Molly mumbles quietly, and for a moment he almost doesn't catch it. The silence carries on with only the clicking of his nails tapping the wood.

"I know." He sighs again, and for a moment the brunette swears that she saw a faint hint of stress lines form on his face.

"I don't think anyone would care, frankly." She snorts, blowing some of that damned hair out of her face again. It always seems to get back there somehow.

"Maybe if I wasn't becoming Mayor, but I am." He concludes simply, swirling the water in his glass.

"It's the kid thing, isn't it?" She growls with irritation. "I told you! Just find a woman willing to pop out a baby for you!" She angrily whispers, but not to loudly to be heard.

"If it were that easy, Molly." He chuckles with a hint of bitterness.

She claps him on the shoulder, and he tumbles forward slightly from the force of it. "Forget about it for now princess, sorry for bringing it up." She smiles awkwardly, as if asking for forgiveness. "How about this, next time out I pay?"

He seems to mull over it for a minute, then offers a half-smile of his own. "I suppose it will suffice, as long as it doesn't interfere with my work."

"It's always about the work, isn't it?" She playfully jabs at him.

"For a future mayor? Always." He wistfully replies, arrogant glow in his eyes.

"Think I can get some kind of part time work there? I'm a little short on cash these days." Molly asks him sheepishly, trying to look as if she's begging and failing miserably.

"To fund your endless alcoholism? Not a chance. However, I will pay for therapy sessions." A rather indignant screen scoff was returned to him.

"And wasting an hour of my precious life with Jin droning on? I'll pass, thanks."

He sighs with mock despair. "It was worth a try."

"Shut up, Princess. Me and my liquid courage are having a good time without you." With that she downs the rest of it, the pleasant burn settling in her stomach.

"So, I'm guessing it'll be the regular schedule again tonight? You get intoxicated, and then I take you home?" He inquires, raising a brow to his water.

"Yep, I'm getting shit-faced." She curtly replies, before barking a Chase for a whole bottle.

"Well, I brought some paperwork to do anyway." The blonde drawls on in an amused tone, and so the night continues, only ending with one drunken brawl and a very shit-faced farmer.

(A/N: Hey guys, been a while since I touched this account, and a hell of a lot longer since I've written FF. Some people really liked this one, so I wanted to try to revamp this one. This is not that great of a beginning, but I'm really just trying to get back in the game. If you happen to run into this, drop by and give a holler, I always like a constructive criticism.)