sweetheart margarita | DISCONTINUED

01

The moon was high in the night sky with the sky fully clouded over. It was 4am in the morning and the night club was at its peak. It was full of the over drunk and wasted people, with the majority being past the definition of high. It was the time when those who work at night clubs are shattered and are becoming agitated over those who were causing trouble.

"No, you're not coming back"
"Awh please, can't you just let me in pwease, can I rub your head it looks like it will squeak?" the drunk male asked who let's face it was probably under age, and absolutely plastered.
"Go home kid"
"What's your name baldy?" He staggered around.
"Minjun, now leave kid, go home" the bouncer instructed and finally he left, jumping into a taxi.

"Boss he finally left the premises"
"Good job, keep me updated, I'll be on the floor for a bit so shout if you need" Minjun heard through his earpiece as he got back into position, staying alert facing the club on the inside so he could keep an eye on those on the ground floor.

"Did you just see that?" A boy asked his friend who pointed at the scene that just took place.
"Not really" the other replied in boredom.
"Come on kook, at least act like you want to be here"
"There's no point acting if I don't want to be here Yugyeom" Jungkook replied with a sigh as he was given a cocktail which tasted good but he didn't particularly want it.

"Well stop being so sour and liven up a bit" Yugyeom groaned.
"I'm just tired, I can't find a fucking job and instead of saving my money you've brought me here to waste it?"
"Ugh fine be a grump then" Yugyeom rolled his eyes and ran off to the middle of the club.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and sat at the bar, watching how the workers were giving out drinks left right and centre. They actually looked like they were having fun with each other and although the hours were ungodly they looked like friends in a way. He took small sips of his drink as he watched the workers attentively.

"Come here often?" The person next to the boy asked.
Jungkook turned his head only slightly and could easily see the man had money. He had a Rolex watch on fall display. But whoever he was, he was hot.
"Nah first time and will probably be last time" he scoffed sipping his drink once again, looking behind him to see all of the drunk people waving around to the music.
"That bad huh?"
"The bar isn't bad, and is actually very cool. It's just I don't want to be here, I should be looking for a job not at a bar"
"A job? Anything in particular?" The man asked as he gulped down a dark rum.

"No, I'd be happy with anything,  absolutely anything. I graduated university in business studies but because I don't have any experience no one wants me. I don't even care if it's got nothing to do with business, I just need a damn job. I mean I've worked in a fair share of pubs and that was over my teenage years but they weren't great"
"Are you good with flexible hours?" the guy next to him asked keeping his eyes focused on the expression which Jungkook played once he asked.

"Mate I would work all day and all night if it meant a good income" Jungkook laughed to himself, he wasn't lying, his last resort is becoming a prostitute and this was becoming more as a proper idea as he couldn't find anything. Then again being a prostitute is better than nothing. He just wanted something because something is better than nothing. Being moneyless and jobless is an awful feeling and he wanted to change that asap.
"Hm do you want a job here?"

There was a slight pause as Jungkook had been waiting for the day to hear them sort of words. A job, we was offered an actually job.
"Wait what? Here?" Jungkook gasped.
"I'm the owner and manager Kim Taehyung, and I'm asking if you want a job here? Your role would be assistant manger, while also doing everything which the others do too, other than security cause I already have few of them." Taehyung smirked seeing the boys reaction especially after telling him the wage.
"Yes please oh god yes thank you so much! Is this a fever dream?" Jungkook's mouth dropped.

"Nope and be quiet before I change my mind. You've got training right?"
"Yeah, I had fake ID training, waitering training and a few others"
"Good, come back here tomorrow at 8pm so I can run you through everything then you can help set up and meet everyone, sound good?"
"Perfect thank you Mr Kim"
"No none of that, call me boss for now until I decide other terms"
"Yes boss"

"Don't be late tomorrow and the sweetheart margarita is on me" Taehyung said before downing his nth drink and left without saying anything. Dramatic exit much. But Jungkook couldn't believe what he had just heard. This man he thought was going to be an absolute jerk offered him a job.

Jungkook looked around and saw Yugyeom happily dancing with a few people, but he thought it would be bad if he just left him there, so he called it a night and dragged his best friend out of the club and dropped him home even if he was pouting about being pulled away.

The longs hours passed, and the wanting to get home in bed was passing through all the workers. There were only a few people left and finally they were able to kick them out. Everyone was sweeping away all the mess which had been left for example lost jewellery, some clothing, purses, ID's, bottles, drug sachets, condoms. The normal.

The boss came down and saw everyone half asleep, although they do this every day its still exhausting, some days are better than others but at the end of the day humans aren't supposed to be nocturnal.

"Any more problems?" He asked as he took a drink from the bar, letting the alcohol pour down this throat as if it was water.
"No sir, it was mostly okay, only a few drunks which were easily handled"
"Hmm" he said taking another sip of beer.
"We've got a newbie starting tomorrow, so I'll need you to look out for him tomorrow" Taehyung said picking a few things up.
"Yes boss" they all said.
"Good, go home once you're done, and I'll see most of you later"

When everyone was finished Taehyung walked upstairs and finished up his work, locking everything away safely. He grabbed his belongings and locked up the bar before leaving and getting into his car and drove to his flat. He was breaking the alcohol consumption law, but he didn't care. What was the point? He has done it every day, every night, and he's never been caught, so why would he stop now?

Like usual he parked his car in his parking spot and left to his apartment. It was a nice apartment, too nice for someone who doesn't spend much time there. He walked through throwing his keys into the dish in the corridor, and walked to his kitchen. His hands went straight to the fridge and pulled out a can of beer, and taking himself to his messy bedroom.

Once the last drop had disappeared from the can he threw it to the floor and pulled his bedcover over the top of him and let himself pass out from all the alcohol he had drank in the last 16 hours, being completely wasted, like he did every night.