OLIVIA
Godfathers is yet again packed when I come in for my shift.
People swarm the tables to the point where some seem to be standing because we don't have enough chairs for them all.
It's going to be a long night. I internally groan.
Elena flits past me, all happy like usual. She's busy with full trays in her hands so she only gives me a brief hello when she passes.
I head for the bar and snag one of the aprons from behind the counter and I see Matt.
"Olivia, great to see you." He says while wiping out glasses with a rag.
"You too, Matt. It's so busy tonight." He probably can't even hear me properly over the roar of the crowd.
"Yeah, everyone's watching the hockey game tonight. It's live on the television from LA." I look around the room and sure enough, everyone has hockey style jerseys on. I don't know much about hockey but some of them say New York while others says California so I'm assuming those are the two states facing off against each other. "Not much of a fan of hockey?"
"No, not really. I've never really watched it to be honest. My dad was a footballer in college so I grew up with the tv broadcasting football only content. You?" I laugh.
"Ahh, right. Makes sense. I played a little in my sophomore year of college but nothing big."
Before I can respond, a table in the back start getting rowdy when one of the teams scores and a glass breaks. The table is full of massive men that seem a little drunk.
"I'll go clean it," I offer but Matt declines.
"No, they are a little full on tonight, especially that table in the back. I don't want my female staff getting hurt. I'll go." He slides out from behind the bar and I replace his spot. At least Matt cares about his staff. He's sweet.
"Liv!" Elena skips up beside me, placing an empty tray on the counter.
She engulfs me in a big hug and smiles so wide, it's contagious.
"I've missed you!" She yells so I can hear her over the crowd we have tonight.
"Missed you too, Elena."
"God, tonight sucks balls." She rolls her eyes and let's out an exasperated sigh. "So many goddamn people on a weekday. Don't people have assignments and shit?"
"I can't speak for them but I know I do."
"Damn, yeah. Freshman year always sucks. Hey, have you gotten—" the door bell chime cuts her off and in saunter the last people I want to see tonight.
The line of footballers that walk in seems endless as they tower through the bar to all the way in the back, the football section.
The crowd part like the Red Sea and an eerie amount of eyes of the crowd fill with something I'd call respect.
That's bullshit. The people that work here are treated like trash at times but once footballers step inside, they are treated like gods. Utter bullshit. I slam my rag down on the counter.
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