What's your Poison? - h.s

29.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet
And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it
It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

I finally got Harry to agree to let me come back to work. I'm going stir crazy sitting at home and I'm actually missing work. James still hangs out at the club every night, and Harry isn't sure how long he's going to be here. He even managed to get me to agree to stay away from them at the booth as much as possible.

Once I got to work Joe was setting up the bar ready for opening and he said Harry was in the office with him. Usually Harry would come down to the booth once the club has started to fill, which makes it easier for me to avoid James.

"You happy to be back?" Joe asks as we stack up all the glasses behind the bar.

"Yeah, glad he actually let me come back." I sigh with relief. Whilst I was nervous to be around James, I knew once I got through one shift I'd be alright.

"Daisy, I just want to reassure you, no matter what, I'll always be here to help you. The...situation...with this club can be difficult and eventful. But I'm here. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it all before, I wasn't sure if Harry would ever tell you." Joe says, holding onto my arm as he explains himself. I'd never once felt angry that Joe never told me, it wasn't his place to. The moment it was unsafe for me or Katie, he told us. That's all I could have asked for.

"Joe, chill. You may work for Harry but you don't owe me an explanation on all of this." I laugh as I move on to organising all the liquor bottles behind us. I was very particular on how the bar should look before opening. It was the centrepiece of the club, it needs to be perfect. All the bottle of alcohol in display so people know what to choose from, clean glasses ready to grab for the drinks and a clean bar top. I hated when the bar was sticky, my biggest pet peeve.

There were some ground rules set out for me by Harry if I were to return to work.
1. I stay behind the bar. That's includes going to the booth to serve them or for any reason.
2. I don't stare. He knows how much I like to just study him across the club, catching his eye.
3. Finally, James is not to know anything about what's going on between Harry and I, whatever that was.

When he stated rule number 3, I tried to ask him what he thought we were. He just replied with a smile and said "whatever we want, baby."
I wouldn't expect any other answer from him. He's never been one for giving any actual answers.

He knew that whilst he set these rules and I agreed to them, there's still a slight chance I might ignore them. I mean let's be honest, he expected me to break every single one of them. But I'm going to surprise him, James also scares me a little.

I began to feel excited again once the doors opened and the people started flowing into the club. The room filling with loud music and loud voices shouting over it. The drinks started flowing as the crowd grew around the bar.

I'd been so busy serving pretty much every person in the club I hadn't noticed Harry and James sat in the booth. I couldn't help but quickly glance over in the second I had to spare. Harry had his usual glass of whiskey in front of him, as he leant forward on the table, trying to discuss something with James whilst he just started out over the club floor. There were also two men stood either side of the booth in black suits, one of them being the guy who got me the drink last time I sat in that booth.

I suddenly caught James' eye and looked away quickly, in hopes he didn't notice. I feel my face begin to burn as he stares at me, I try my best to ignore it as I serve more people. That was too risky. Then suddenly, the young man in a suit from the booth pushes his way to the front of the crowd at the bar in front of me.