Peter told me so

A regular

Cocktails, dreams and disco! Late nights and sticky floors, that's what you're here for.
Tilly's heels stumble up the little cloakroom stairs, as she climbs on her stool to swing open and lock the half barn door.

Just a regular routine for the cloakroom girl, hoping to make a long night into a fun night, working her tits off for a quick buck. As the night passes by we get the regulars but there's one that's different.

Peter, a tall man sculpted by the gods themselves, a smirk plastered on his face as he leans over the barn door with his luxurious coat from the most iconic brands, entrusting me with his aroma blessing me, saving me from the typical bar smell.

Week after week it was the same, he wasn't charged as he worked within the company, but he gave me drink after drink every weekend, sharing gifts of cake in exchange for his friends fees to be levied.

It made every weekend more enjoyable, slowly becoming to know more about Peter and his friends. So many joyous moments of pleasure from dancing together at the end of the night, wearing hats, eating snacks and drinking contraband.

A mere 6 months had flown by with each one becoming more memorable, but one weekend Tilly was gone. She had moved on to another few jobs, but it wasn't just a fleeting moment in time. For they had bonded more than they both intended to. A true friendship, found at a union of a rum apple juice and a rum and coke.