The Brunette In The Back

Make A Move

They carried to night on as individuals, Clay stayed with his friend group but the longer he stayed the more he was agitated; and George was just living his life with no awareness of what was going on.

Minutes go by but the Clay it seemed like hours, he was trying to have fun on the lively night but his mind was torn up and the brunette was helping it heal. His mind was stuck on the bar tender and Clay hated and loved it.

He was mid way of getting himself up from his seat but when he lifted himself up he saw George walk into the bathroom. Clay sighed in frustration he sat back down and drank his water. He didn't even know the man but he wanted to make him his. 40 second later George comes out from the bathroom.

George sits down at his table and was trying to catch up with the conversation they were having while he was gone. His mind was racing when he saw the dirty blonde staring at him.

*i- I'm going to make a move on him, he seems like he's into me. The bar and him now. Yh imma- no. I'm going to mess up. I need to think about what I'm going to say*

His manager comes from the back and approaches him, he puts his hand on his arms and kneels down so his face was right next to his ear. He looks at the clock and whispers in his ear- "back to work."

George sighed as the manager walked back into the back, he got up and said "Guys, gotta go back to work.."

"But I was about to say the good part"

"Tell me on the fantastic 2 hours drive home"

George went back behind the bar stand and put his apron on. He re-adjusted his name tag and went to serve another. The manager went back to approach him and this time he had a big, black, flat plate in his hand.

He hand it to George and says "We're trying something new eh, for a bit you are doing to ehhh.. serve people like eeehhh oh ah waiter"

"What??"

"You heard me"

"I- I don't under-"

The manager cut in "promotion?"

"I'm in"

George took the plate and put it on his stool. He was also given a notepad and a pen, he rolled his eyes when he was given it.

He had the notepad and pen ready on hand and headed over to Clays table, what a coincidence and how convenient.