Y/N works as a bartender, one night stands are expected. Elizabeth Olsen, a professor, hasn't had a drunk make out session in a decade. Y/N changes that. Their jobs collide and a decision has to be made.
Completed as of 20/12/2021
Elizabeth Olsen x...
A few long days later and I'm back at university in the same lecture room I sat in every other day. My MacBook sat in front of me with most of the keys missing, I had bought it from Craigslist a few days before starting the course, I paid $100 for something which crashed when I opened Spotify. Considering I barely made notes in my class, it would do for now, until it blew up a killed half the people sat around me.
By the time I got home it was time to get ready for tonight: work at La Lace. I would be the only bar tender tonight and so I expected it to be a busy night for me. The club kept me sane, to say the least. It was my escape from all things serious, somewhere I could just observe and enjoy myself. When I got home Florence was there, obviously, it was 6pm and she finished her audition at 3pm... There was no food in the house when I left and so I expected that she would've gone out food shopping for us but when I go to the fridge to begin making a "slap up" meal for us both before work, I see there's no new food in the fridge.
To say I was annoyed is an understatement. She had all day to go shopping and decided not to when she knew I would be at school for most of the day and then at work during the night? I haven't eaten all day and it now wouldn't be until 2am that I would be able to go to the grocery store and get food. I'm not one to shy away from putting someone in their place but I have to choose my battles.
"I'll go shopping after work so I won't be home until 3am-ish." I say as she makes her way down the stairs to greet me in the kitchen. My comment was meant to make her realise I wasn't happy at the fact I had to do the shopping.
"Okay, thanks." She replies, nonchalantly. I need to breathe before I tell this woman how angry she has just made me. I simply nod and head for the door, taking my car keys and a few shopping bags which, I would just throw onto the passenger's seat. We pecked a kiss goodbye and I left for my work shift with not another word spoken.
12pm
Like I expected the club was busy and so was the bar. We served considerably cheap alcohol and so most people just came here to capitalise on that. This meant I was nonstop working until the owner, Claudia pulled me aside.
She was a woman in her early 60s and had been the owner of La Lace way before I was employed. She conducted my interview and by the time it was over it was like we were old friends. She treated me like her daughter and I saw her as a mother... Grandmother even. She had no kids and from what I heard, a very Russian husband who had killed a few dozen and used the club in money laundering... I've seen him once and I could believe those rumours.
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(*Types into google* "Old Woman Pub" *Saves Image*... Here is some random woman!)
She pulled me into the back room which didn't carry the same energy as the main area of the club. It was dimly lit by led light strips and had only a few wood tables, a microwave, a kettle and a sink. Other than that, it just had piles of folders and papers which looked unorganised and definitely hadn't been touched in a decade, I had never seen them be moved. A few workers stood around having their small microwavable meals whilst chatting.
