"I still live in Chicago, I just work here," Fiona explained, her smile drifting into bemusement again as she began assembling a margarita. This Alex girl was really something else. "I opened my bathroom door one day and this place was on the other side. I can move back and forth between home and here, and the pay's good, so I figured why not, you know?"

The lime-garnished drink was finished and slid across the bar just in time for the telltale ding to sound from the kitchen window. Fiona stepped away and returned with a plate piled high with what had to be some of the most epic nachos in the universe. After setting the plate down in front of Alex, Fiona retrieved a fork from behind the bar and passed it over.

"You're probably going to need it," she explained. "Enjoy."