Janelle POV
I grab the plates from the table and put them in the kitchen sink, when I walk back out I see Khalil pulling a seat out for Wo Man, I shrug and continue to make my sweep, that is until I make it back to the bar.
Philky:You missed a table.
I mug him and he shakes his head.
Philky:Don't be like that.
Me:You're lucky you're the boss.
He winks at me and I walk to them, Wo smiles at me and I smile back.
Me:Hey Wo how you been?
Wo:I've been good, you? Khalil told me about your trip.
Me:Yeah, it was good to see my peoples again. But what can I get yall?
Wo:Vodka tonic.
Khalil:Just some bourbon.
I nod and turn walking to the bar telling Philk.
Philky:What are they talking about?
Me:I don't know, but if I know Khalil like I know I do, I'd say he's moving in on your girl.
He jerks his head back and chuckles.
Philky:Wo is not my girl, we're just friends. Literally, that's all.
Me:Hm..
I turn my head and see them smiling and talking, I see Khalil look over at me his eyes holding nothing but dark mischief. Great now I gotta deal with him being a loud jack ass.
Me:Why did I let you talk me into being a bar tender and a waiter?
Philky:Because you love to be occupied. And I know you barely sleep so what's better than a bar?
Me:I'mma need that pay then, sir.
He passes the man his beer before looking at me, I scoff and fold my arms.
Philky:We'll see about you keeping your tips. Order up.
I flip him off as I grab the two drinks.
Me:Yo are too slow to be a bartender, you know that?
Philky:They're fast when I need em to be.
I laugh walking away from him. I place their drinks down.
Me:I'm sure you know where to pay at, lemme know if you need anything though.
They nod and I walk behind the bar to help, the music slowly getting louder as more people dance, I see a woman with bright red lip stick sit down in front of me, I smile and nod.
Me:How can I help you?
Woman:Manhattan please.
Me:You got it.
I turn to make the drink and as I do Philky comes next to me.
Philky:Who is that?
Me:Dunno, but she seems to be in the wrong place.
Philky:Three guys just came in, dressed like body guards. They're all facing her.
I nod and continue to make her drink once I finish I see her staring at me.
Me:I love that color on you, that must be expensive.
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Anti-Heroes; The Origin Of Rogue And Painkiller
FanfictionAnti-Hero; A protagonist that lacks the characteristics that would make them a hero, but also lack the characteristics that would make them a complete villain. This is the story of two teenagers, Janelle Pierce and Khalil Payne who has a very uniqu...
