In a bar located somewhere in Downtown Zootopia, a male ferret barista named Mark Alex was mixing a cocktail of whisky, rum, tequila and some fruit slices onto a cocktail tumbler. As he was busy in placing the ingredients inside, his companion Nate Andrews, accompanies him.
'Hey, Alex.'
'Yeah?'
'These customers in front of us were ordering that famous cocktail recipe that you devised.'
'Alright, man. How many of them?'
'About 4 heads.'
'OK. 4 cocktails for 4 people coming right up!'
Alex then took the tumbler and he started to shake it like crazy. Nate helped him by adding a second tumbler with some ice, cherries and lemon slices. After he places them, he threw it to Alex.
'Catch it, Alex!'
'Got it!'
The barista took the tumbler from Nate and he shakes the two tumblers like a pair of maracas. Alex's companion then places 4 glass margaritas on the counter and when the ferret finally finished shaking, he poured the contents over the expensive glassware.
'There you, guys! 4 special Fruitaholics Margaritas being served. Enjoy.'
The customers cheered and they drank their respective drinks in earnest. Alex then wiped his paws on his apron before facing to Nate.
'How's that, man?'
'I would say that you're great in there, dude.'
'Thanks, Nate.'
The slightly taller ferret then heard a bell ring and a piece of paper on the counter spike. He then checked it at once.
'I think Table 20-16 wanted a simple screwdriver cocktail, Alex.'
'Alright. One screwdriver cocktail for Table 20-16 coming right up!'
Nate smirked.
'Go ahead with it, man.'
Alex chuckled as he took a highball glass from below the counter. The ferret then took a bottle of vodka and orange juice from the shelves. He places some ice cubes on the glass right before he poured over the vodka and orange juice together.
'There it is. One perfectly made screwdriver cocktail.'
Alex then places the glass on a tray and he went to take the drink to Table 20-16. When he arrived, he cleared his throat.
'Good evening. Here's one screwdriver co...'
Before he could finish his sentence, he was greeted with the icy blue eyes of a red vixen with long hazel partially braided hair that reaches to her shoulders. She was wearing a brown-green dress and a pair of khaki jeans that was being held by a belt. She was also wearing leather gloves, a pendant and a nylon cord tied on her right arm.
'Oh...Uhh...Yeah. Here's your drink, m-miss.'
The red fox giggled.
'You seem to have lost some words over me.'
'Uhh...Y-Yes. I must be speechless.'
Alex let out a small and nervous chuckle as he places the highball glass on the table.
'There you go, miss. One screwdriver cocktail that I made.'
'Oh. You mixed this?'
'Yep. The ingredients were quite simple but I mixed it just right and precise.'
'I see. Thanks.'
The vixen took a sip and her eyes shone with delight.
'This really taste so good!'
'Told ya.'
The female vulpine giggled.
'What an interesting barista you are. I wanted to know more about you.'
'Y-You do?'
'Of course. Would you mind if you could spend some time in here?'
'Umm...Sure. Why not?'
Alex then took a seat with her. The vixen then places her two gloved paws on the table.
'The reason why I wanted to know more about you because you look similar to my former friend.'
'Really?'
'Yep. You shared the same style and personality with him.'
'I see. Where is he then?'
The red fox plastered a sad look on her face.
'He's dead.'
'Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that, miss.'
'Don't worry about it, dude. I already moved on from that hardship.'
'That's good but in fact, it's hard to lost a friend nowadays.'
'You're right.'
She then took a few gulps on her drink. Her face shone with more delight as she consumed the cocktail to the last drop.
'Man. This screwdriver that I ordered really makes my tum go crazy with delight!'
Alex snickered.
'I mix that drink to the finest. That's also my favorite drink as well.'
'Oh, really? Want to have a drink with me?'
The ferret blushes slightly.
'Uhh...Sure but how bout next time, miss? I mean I still have business that I should cope with first.'
'Aw. That's too bad but OK then.'
The red vixen then took a blank table napkin and a pen. Alex watches on as the female fox wrote down a series of numbers.
'Here. This is my phone number so that you could socialize me when you're free from your work. Anyway, I'm going off now to do some business somewhere else.'
'Oh. T-Thanks.'
The female vulpine giggled and gave him a few dollars to cover up the drink that she ordered earlier. She stood up and approaches to the door but Alex intervened.
'Wait, miss!'
'Hmm?'
'I wanted to know your name. My name is Alex, by the way.'
She then grinned.
'Sure. The name's Chelsea. Nice to meet you, Barista Alex.'
'Nice to meet you too. Take care then, Miss Chelsea.'
Chelsea nodded her head with a smile and she left. Nate saw everything and he approaches to Alex.
'Whoa, man. I think you really make that vixen make her day great.'
'Yeah. I really did it, Nate. I really did it.'
Nate chuckled as Alex smiled and looked at the table napkin that has the written phone number of Chelsea he was holding.
