It's Just You and Me, Okay?

Chapter 1

       It was currently 10pm, where I just ended my night shift at my quite dreadful workplace, which I definitely did not have a choice to work there or not or unfortunately Id be broke and on the streets again...and Id rather not go back to that time in my life if Im being honest.

      I spend 12 hour days in a germ-infested building that probably has an infectious disease lying on the toilet seat or somewhere... I usually tend the bar most nights, so I don't usually have to deal with cleaning the bathrooms, where I am 99% sure there is some sort of disease lying around.

    Back to when I tend to the bar, I deal with drunk men trying to show off their best flirting game. I normally put up with their sick manners and jokes just because one being good entertainment for me and two being because I like my money, but today it seemed..different in a way?

     I mean I'm used to being around desperate, usually divorced men, hell sometimes even women come and try to take me to bed when really I'm just here for the money that comes my way every two weeks, including the nightly tips I receive. I won't lie though, I will choose one of the women then I would the men, especially if i'm 'in the mood'.

Sometimes I like to engage in their conversations just to be nice and make my night a tad bit more interesting. It can be hysterical at times and sometimes maybe myself leading some of them on? I truly dont intend to do so, I guess it just happens. People usually take me for granted at some point...am i right? 

    Back to me having a strange knot in my gut all night, something has been off with me all day...not like me just having a bad day in general, I normally have those every other day if Im lucky. Today I've just been on guard or just anxious and looking over my shoulder the entirety of the day. I routinely begin to close up the bar, any last calls?! I called out before sending out the rest of the drunk stragglers.

    I count the register, along with the tips I have received tonight. I dont usually like to brag but I genuinely just love to brag actually, but I truly am a god at what I do, I mean I am top-notch in the category of bartending, and at such a young age? Its crazy, I mean Im charming, a bit manipulative but in a good way, so I guess that adds to it.

    After everything that has happened to me in my life, I am incredibly surprised I am not a stone cold b*tch. But what can I say? I am just a pretty decent person, all thanks to my brother.

     Just the thought of him made me stiffen, Ive been working my ass off this past year in a half, I never really had my time to mourn him the right way, I couldnt, I didnt want to, I still dont want to believe that he was truly gone, I was in denial over his death and I still might be. If I am being honest, who wouldnt be?
    Having to have the images of your own flesh and blood, dying in front of you? Its been hard, living without him, having to live everyday knowing he isnt here to hold you when you cry, protect you, just normal brotherly things. He was my best friend, the only family I had left, and now- now he was gone and I had nothing...

     My blood began to boil at the thought of the events of his death. I felt that rage and sorrow building up, I was craving that revenge again. While cleaning the leftover glasses, I felt my grip over the glass tighten. The sound of the glass breaking into shards brought me out of my thoughts, slightly scaring you.

   "Shit!" I briefly exhaled, bringing my body down to the ground to pick up the broken pieces of glass until the bell of the door rings due to it opening.

    Without standing back up, I slightly groan "were closed for the night".