2.
"So you guys meet the new girl yet?" Sam was as bouncy as ever when he bounded into the Stardrop Saloon that Friday looking all for the world like a golden retriever.
Sebastian tried to picture his friend as a dog. All bright eyed, and bushy tailed, with so much energy that Sebastian himself felt exhausted. Sam was currently punching numbers into the vending machine as he talked.
"My mom says she's supposedly cleaned out part of her land already. Which is crazy, just looking at her I didn't think she had the strength. But you never know, maybe she like does some sort of martial art or something and there are real muscles there." Sam said all of this with one breath as he cracked open a Joja Cola.
"Sam, just because she's Asian doesn't mean she knows a martial art." Abigail scolded, rolling her eyes at him. "Besides, from what my dad's said, she probably has never worked a day in her life."
"Well it sounds like she's working now. I guess Robin was over checking on her one morning and there's an actual garden!" Sam looked to Sebastian to confirm.
He shrugged. "Fuck if I know. Anyways, can we get this game started so I can finish it already?"
"Oh no you don't! I'm gonna beat you this time, I promise." Sam eagerly grabbed a cue from the wall as Sebastian set up the balls. Abigail heaved a sigh and took a swing from Sam's Joja Cola, sitting on the couch. It was a typical night at the Saloon.
They hung out like that for a little bit until they heard some commotion from the main room.
"Wanna go check out what's got them all in a fuss?" Abigail suggested.
Sam eagerly nodded, but Sebastian shook his head. "Nah, I should get going."
Abigail rolled her eyes but he ignored that look. It was nearing 10 and he desperately wanted a cigarette. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he started towards the main room, Sam and Abigail close behind.
It was Pierre, after having a little too much to drink, pointing his finger at the new girl.
"What are you even doing here?" He slurred.
"Oh my god, so embarrassing dad." Abigail groaned.
Emily was on damage control, pulling Pierre back to his seat whispering to him. The new farmer however looked incredulous. She heaved out a frustrated sigh, and turned for the door.
She was a dainty, he supposed. Creamy looking skin, and long black hair. She looked regal, like she belonged in a nice penthouse, overlooking the city, not down here socializing with Stardew Valley's finest. He watched her reaction. She straightened her shoulders and walked straight towards him, and he panicked. He stood there, just staring at her when he realized she was speaking to him.
"Do you mind if I get through? Don't really feel like being in this dinky bar anymore." Not a soft voice, the voice of someone who had grown accustomed to speaking in front of crowds, of getting whatever they wanted. It was almost…haughty.
He realized he was in front of the door, and stepped aside. "Sure. Could say the same thing myself. These people are nuts. "
Her eyes flicked with amusement then, as she gave him a slight smirk and then shouldered past. And Sebastian was left wondering why he had tried to give her any relief in the first place.