Tomorrow

"Hey, do you mind coming in to take my shift tonight, Ezra's family is coming over and he asked me to be there." Aria asked. Spencer rolled her eyes, she could feel the desperation through the phone.

"Yeah, I can cover it. Just text Liz and tell her I'm on my way so you don't get in trouble." Spencer reminded her.

"Of course, thank you Spence. You're a lifesaver!"

Spencer chuckled.

"It's my pleasure. Enjoy your dinner tonight."

Spencer hung up and placed the phone in her pocket. While she hadn't wanted to work tonight, she hadn't wanted to make Aria miss the dinner.

Sliding on a fresh shirt, and a clean pair of jeans, Spencer grabbed her keys and headed out the door. It was a somewhat short drive, but she managed to hit every light on the way.

Jogging into the bar, Spencer waved down Liz, who was attempting to manage the bar and everything else with no help. Liz spotted her, and waved back, relieved.

"Hey, thanks hon. Aria texted me." She smiled.

"Yeah. I would have been here sooner but I got stuck at every light." Spencer groaned, sliding in behind the bar.

"Hey, no worries. Thanks for taking her shift. I'm going to continue filling out some paperwork; the health inspectors are coming in sometime next week and there's a lot to check." Liz mumbled.

"Alright. I'll be here if you need anything." Spencer watched as she left. The bar wasn't terribly busy. Aaron, and Lisa were helping wait tables, and everything seemed pretty much under control.

By 9:30, more tables were being filled, and people kept filing in. This was usually their busiest time of the night, but it wasn't terribly bad. The DJ had come in around 9:00, and a lot of people were on the dance floor.

Spencer sighed, as a group of women walked in. Most of them headed to a table, but two walked towards her.

"How may I help you ladies?" Spencer asked, looking to the blonde for answers.

"Hey, I'll have a vodka cran."

Spencer nodded, and fixed her drink, while eyeing the brunette.

"Oh, I'll take a gin and tonic. Thanks." She muttered.

"Awesome. Here's your vodka cran…" She trailed off, waiting for a name.

"Hanna." The blonde smiled. "And you are?"

"Spencer." Spencer smiled back, and handed Hanna the drink.

"Alright Hanna." Spencer grabbed the other drink and handed it to the brunette.

"Emily." She muttered, taking the drink from her.

"Awesome." Spencer smiled, and turned around to grab some napkins.

"Do you normally work this shift?" Hanna asked after a while. Spencer turned around, and shook her head.

"Nah, I usually work earlier hours. You regulars?"

Hanna nodded. "Yeah, twice a week."

"Ah. I'll bet you're used to seeing Aria then." Spencer assumed. Hanna nodded.

"Yes. Is she alright? I always enjoy seeing her." Hanna questioned.

"Yes, she's fine. She had dinner with her boyfriend and his family tonight." Spencer reassured her.

"Oh okay. That's great." Hanna turned to Emily, who hadn't said much. Emily felt Hanna staring, and glanced at her, unsure of her intentions.

"So Emily, are you much of a dancer?" Spencer asked, seeing as how Hanna wanted Emily to engage in the conversation.

"No, not really." Emily sighed.

"Em stop being modest, you can totally dance." Hanna rolled her eyes.

"Yeah? You should take a turn out on the dance floor. The DJ we normally get is pretty crappy, but this guy comes in every once in a while and is really good." Spencer explained. Emily nodded.

"Maybe later, yeah." She smiled.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going now. There's a really cute guy across the floor that's been making eye contact with me and I am not about to pass him up." Hanna smiled, hopping off the stool.

"Here, keep the change." She handed Spencer a twenty and walked off.

Spencer laughed. "She's not very shy is she?"

Emily shook her head, grinning. "No not at all."

"So do you live in the area?" Spencer asked, fixing up another drink for a guy that came in.

"Yeah, I live about four blocks from here. Hanna lives in the same area, different building though." Emily explained.

"I see." Spencer handed the drink to the man and continued making idle conversation.

"So what brings you here every week?" She asked.

Emily pondered on it for a moment. She knew she had an answer, but wasn't sure if she felt comfortable telling Spencer.

"Well, Hanna likes to come to meet guys. I just come to escort her home and talk with people." Emily muttered. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

"Alright. So I take it guys aren't your thing?" Spencer asked, not trying to assume anything. Emily's eyes went wide for a moment, but she realized quickly that Spencer meant no harm.

"Not guys in bars no." She laughed nervously.

Spencer nodded, and was about to say something but was interrupted.

"Clearly us guys in bars aren't all that bad." The man that had sat down earlier was obviously listening in, and chimed in without permission.

Spencer glanced at him, and Emily could tell she was somewhat annoyed.

"Yeah. I guess it's just not the first place I'd go to look for someone." Emily smiled, trying not to be offensive.

"What if someone found you?" He asked, sliding down a few chairs so that there were no chairs between him and Emily. Spencer glanced at Emily, but didn't say anything.

"I'd probably politely tell him no." Emily muttered, obviously embarrassed. Despite the fact that this guy had only been in the bar for about ten minutes, he reeked of alcohol.

"No? Aw come on, don't be such a prude." He grinned, and Emily winced as his breath drifted over to her.

"Sorry, not interested." She replied, trying not to gag.

"Come on, one night…with me…" He placed a hand on her knee. Emily closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but a slam on the bar caused her to snap them open again.

"Hey. She said she's not interested." Spencer snapped. The man's hand quickly retreated into his pocket. Emily sighed, relieved.

"Chill out, it's not your job to get involved in other's business." He snarled. Spencer rolled her eyes.

"No, but it is my job to watch out for my customers. As you can see, she's clearly a customer." Spencer growled.

"Damn, no need to be so uptight. I'm leaving." He huffed, slamming down a five and taking off. Spencer sighed.

"Sorry about that." She turned to Emily.

"No, I should be sorry. He didn't even leave a tip." Emily immediately felt guilty for the incident. Spencer waved her off.

"No worries. It's not the end of the world. He won't be the last, and he certainly wasn't the first." She laughed.

Emily nodded, slightly reassured.

"So, I take it you aren't into guys at all?" Spencer asked, trying not to be too invasive.

Emily blushed, but nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry, I would have told you upfront I just-"

"Hey, it's okay. I don't mind, just curious." Spencer shrugged, and slid a drink to a couple that just sat down.

"What about you?" Emily knew it was a bold step for her to ask such a thing, but she felt comfortable around the brunette.

"Nope. Guys aren't really my thing either." Spencer winked, before grabbing a cloth to wipe down the counter. Emily felt a surge of hope flutter through her. Maybe she had a chance with this one…

"Yeah." Emily agreed. She sipped her drink, while watching Spencer clean.

She hadn't really let herself think about it before, but the bartender was really quite the looker. The way her dark hair fell down across her shoulders, and the way her brown eyes sparkled in the light. How well her white shirt showed off her upper body, and how few buttons were buttoned…

Emily shook her head, and looked away, flustered. She shouldn't have been staring, it was rude of her.

Spencer chuckled as she tossed the cloth into a bin to be washed.

"See something you like?" She asked.

Emily's face turned bright red, and she shook her head.

"N-no…" She muttered, embarrassed.

"Hey, don't be ashamed. I've been told this shirt is particularly flattering." Spencer laughed. Emily smiled, feeling less awkward.

"Hey, how are you guys doing?" Hanna asked, strolling back up.

"Lovely." Emily replied.

"Awesome. See anyone you like?" Hanna joked, nudging Emily in the shoulder. Emily blushed, and turned away.

"Oh my god you do!" Hanna grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"It's nothing. Go keep dancing, I think your man-candy wants you." Emily motioned to the tall blonde waving Hanna over.

Hanna rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but I expect details on the ride home." She grinned, waltzing off into the night.

Emily sighed, and turned back to Spencer.

"Sorry about her. She's a bit…free." Emily muttered.

"It's totally fine." Spencer smiled. "So, you see someone you're interested in?"

Emily glanced up at her, Spencer's shimmering eyes looking into her dark ones.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She bit her lip. "She's really kind, and brave. She's got this really dark hair that falls really gracefully over her shoulders, and looks really good in jeans." Emily stated, confidently.

"Well then, you should go for it!" Spencer nodded to her.

"I don't know. You see, I'm not sure if she has a girlfriend or not." Emily sighed. Spencer wiped down a few glasses, and sighed.

"I see. Well, if I know who you're thinking of, I can tell you for certain that she doesn't. However, she'd love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night." Spencer grinned.

Emily blushed, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"Really?"

"Really. I'd love to." Spencer reassured her.

"Well then, I look forward to tomorrow night." Emily grinned.

"You may need this then." Spencer grabbed Hanna's receipt and scribbled her number on the back. "I'm sure your friend won't mind."

"She won't, I assure you." Emily smiled, accepting the paper.

"Who won't what?" Hanna asked, arriving behind Emily.

"Nothing, I'll explain later." Emily sighed. "Come on, we need to get home."

"Okay, if you insist. You didn't even dance." Hanna pouted.

"Next time Hanna, next time." Emily smiled. She grabbed her bag and fished around for some cash to pay for her drink.

"Don't worry about it Emily, it's on the house." Spencer reassured her. Emily shot her a look of thanks, before walking out the door. Glancing back at the brunette who had already begun to serve another group of customers, she smiled. It had been a wonderful night.

Spencer greeted the new people, and started taking drink orders. Smiling to herself, she took down a few glasses. She couldn't wait for tomorrow.