Perish {H.S}

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Relax, she's here." Sarah coos into mitches ear as Greg and I enter the building. It's packed in here tonight. "Im sorry, I had to um, change." I look up to Greg who isn't paying one bit attention to me. That will do me for now.

I make my way over to the bar where trixie, one of the other bar staff members stands. She has a neon pink bodycon dress on with bright pink lipstick. It's dark in here and so all of the florescent colours that everybody wears really shows.

"MJ, where have you been?." She groans as she turns her back on the many half drunk customers sitting around the bar table. "Sorry." I give her an apologetic smile that she shrugs off with a laugh. "Its busy tonight." I speak aloud as I put my things away. "Yeh, we had Sarah step in before you came and it was complete carnage!" She shouts and I laugh. I can only imagine what Sarah would be like behind here. It's hectic and she doesn't do well with stress at all.
"Give me a bottle of beer." Well alright then.

Gregor stands on the oposite side of the bar with a scowl on his face as he observes the two drunk men sat next too him who are now in pleasant conversation with trix about how well her neon lipstick would show up on there neck if she kissed them. Charming.
"Can you be quick, I've got people to see." A few heads turn once they realise gregors demnor as he talks to me with gripe in his voice. I nod my head obediently and grab a bottle from behind me, passing it too him. "£2.50" I speak above the noice of the chattering people, mixed with the booming music bellowing around my surroundings. Gregor scoffs and smirks sadistically. "Your my girlfriend, I get shit free here."

My cheeks turn red as I notice more people looking over at the way he talks to me as he chugs his beer down. "oh.. okay." Being under Gregs stare, and with the way he uses his tone of voice makes me nervous. Hence why I stuttered like an idiot. "Hey, are you alright?" A short curly brown haired guy speaks up. "Im fine- "Shes fine mate." Gregors voice speaks up snidly as he exaggerates on the "T" of the word. The guy shrugs and turns back around too his friend who sits sipping his liquor. Well this is just a shit show.

"Dont you have somewhere to be?" Sarah's "im pissed" voice speaks up from the left or greg, making him turn on his heal to face her. Gregor is reasonably tall, He stands at 5ft 10 which makes him stand head to head with Sarah's tall frame. His brows raise as he peers back at me with narrow eyes. Don't look at me. I didnt say a thing. Sarah seems to be the only person I've met that can make chatter box gregor be lost for words. He huffs and turns back to face mitch giving him a known look before he strolls of into the crowd.

"You good?" She asks and I nod. I'm fine. Totally. Just embarrassed and pissed. "Tosser." She mumbles as she perches herself on one of the bar stools. "Cant wait until this deal is done." Mitch shakes his head before sitting next to Sarah. I've known mitch for just over one year now and he's very reserved. After a few drinks and if he's around the right people.. you can't shut the guy up, but he's always so calm and chill Even when he's angry, he's chill.

I decide not to feed into their clear hatred for my boyfriend, and rather do my job and serve the customers. He isn't always like this. When he's not being a dick, he's really sweet and kind. He buys me chocolates and takes me out on dates. I don't want to be "that girl" but I guess although I do see where people come from when they say they don't like him. I just see the diffrent version of him. They dont see the sweet Greg that cuddles me at night and whispers sweet nothings into my ear. They dont see the Greg that nearly burns down my house when he offers too cook. They dont see what goes on behind closed doors. The good in him. He never used to be this arrogant. He was once always sweet. I guess being in a shady profession changes your morals and your attitude with things and people.

*THREE HOURS LATER*

"And so I walked into the bath-room where my boyfriend stands inbetween some girls legs, making out with her." The drunk girl sobs as she reveals the story for the third time tonight, about how she just caught her boyfriend cheating on her. "No way!" The girl who just pertched down next to her gasps as she dramatically throws her hands in the air. She abruptly stands from her chair and wobbles alittle, before she's pulling the sobing girl from her seat. "Come with me babe. We're fixing you up, and your coming to sexy dance with me on the dance floor! Let's show that prick what he's just lost." She sasses as she uses the pads of her thumbs to wipe the tears from her new friends face. "Ok." She stutters and nods hesitantly blowing out a breath of air. They both wobble their way over towards a second set of bathrooms, where I can see them already laughing away at each other. I love seeing drunk girls picking drunk girls up. That arsehole in the bathroom such an idiot. That girl was so pretty and she seemed so kind.