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Harmony didnβt make it a habit to serve minors - for obvious reasons - but, well. It was her brother, and their fatherβs bar. That was an exception she was willing to make, and as it was, his commentary was better than the conversation sheβd be getting on the other end of the bar. She leaned against the counter, letting her eyes wander into the direction of his words,Β βyeah, Iβll take that action.β She agreed with an easy grin, taking in just how heated the conversation seemed to be turning.Β βMaybe sheβll even throw in a slap if he says something douchey enough.β
His sisterβs reply only made the teenβs smirk grow larger, blue eyes shinning with unbridled mischief. There was a reason why he constantly found himself bothering his sister at Rousseuβs when he had nothing better to do; Harmony always made for good company.Β β Now, you just made me want it to happen, H,Β βΒ he complained playfully. And maybe he could get to what he wanted as now the woman was getting up.Β β But first go for the glass,Β βΒ he said, even if the stranger couldnβt hear him. He wanted that money.