Signed /Dream Team/

14

I'm overwhelmed. Why is the bar so crowded? It's Monday.

I've already mixed 10 margaritas, the whiskey bottle is almost empty, and I've only been here for an hour.

Two hours in and some people are wasted. They're refusing to leave, probably having a great time staring at me like creeps while I make drinks for the other customers. I'm not complaining though, I made around 80 dollars in tips in two hours.

I keep it up and the customers keep coming until around 3 a.m.. That's when the crowd finally thins out and I get to take a 5-minute break. My arm is cramping, my head hurts and I want to sleep.

I finally have time to check my phone in 5 hours. Well, if I wanted to I could check it earlier, but it's my first day and I don't want to seem unprofessional.

I expect to see texts from my brother but, oh my god, is it a surprise when I see that I have a text from George from an hour ago.

George💙: heyy

George💙: sorry for bothering but did you take my charger? :] it's okay if you did I'm just checking

I quickly dig into my bag and pull out the charger I brought with me. The only way I can identify mine is by the black nail polish I accidentally smeared on the cable months ago and didn't bother to remove cause it kinda looked fun.

And the one I brought with me certainly doesn't have any visible nail polish stains, so I'm guessing that I'm an idiot.

Anastasia: oh shit sorry :( you can use mine its prolly in my room

I send the text and get back to work cause the middle-aged man is demanding another shot of tequila. I pour the alcohol, put the bottle back in its place, and my phone buzzes in my back pocket.

George💙: it's okay dw💙 i used nick's

I smile at the text, especially the blue heart which I find beyond adorable, and reply immediately.

Anastasia: alrighty <3

I thought the conversation would end on that, but not even a minute later my phone buzzes again.

George💙: wyd :]

Either he's interested or bored to his bones. And considering that it's almost 4 a.m. I think he has nothing better to do.

Anastasia: pouring tequila shots

Anastasia: why are you up?

George💙: Nick forced me to stream with him

I forgot that Nick was waiting for me to leave so that he could stream. I'm surprised he actually stayed up.

Anastasia: say hi to nick

George💙: Nick says he misses you

Anastasia: tell nick to stop the cap

George💙: he says okay💀

I roll my eyes as I laugh and put my phone away cause my drunk customers need fuel. I love my job so much. I'm glad I didn't go to college and things like these are my only options to make money. I love myself.

Anyways.

The remaining 3 hours refuse to pass. There's barely anyone left in the bar cause it's early in the morning, George stopped texting me cause he probably fell asleep, I'm hungry and sleepy, my legs and my right arm are cramping and I wanna pee.

Right as I'm about to take a bathroom break, I see a notification pop up on my screen.

Unknown number: hey nasty its me dick🍆

Unknown number: u cumin soon?💦

It's been a week. He's too comfortable.

I save the number. He asked for it.

Anastasia: in an hour. what do you need?

Dick🍆: will u bring me sum peanut butter?😩😩😩😩

I can't believe I laughed at that text. It's the way he texts, his weird request, and the emojis; he uses too many and I find it unreasonably funny.

Anastasia: what are u gonna do to it🤨

Dick🍆: wdym

Maybe he needs a second to process that.

Dick🍆: OHHH

Dick🍆: LMAOOO

Dick🍆: dw no jar is big enough😏😏

Sigh. I think that's enough texting for today. It definitely is.

The last hour passes by eventually and I'm so sleep-deprived that it's a blur how I go to the store, buy Nick's peanut butter along with some things that I was craving and go home.

The house is dead quiet, I have to take off my heels immediately before making too much noise and waking them up. It's almost 7 a.m. and I have a few hours of peace before they wake up, I can't afford to lose it.

I don't bother to change my clothes or take off my makeup. I know I'm gonna regret it when I wake up but I collapse on the couch and pass out just like that. And even while asleep, I already regret my decision. What if I get red lipstick on the couch? What if my skin breaks out? What if my nipples slip out of this top? What if Clay sees them and has a heart attack?

But luckily I sleep like a log. I didn't hear anything that was going on around me, I didn't move a muscle and lost the concept of time. When I woke up, it was already noon, and the only difference I could see was that someone covered me with my fuzzy blanket while I was asleep. It must've been George, he's the only one awake as far as I can see. And he's having a cup of tea, how british of him.

"Morning," I hear George's voice and all I can see is his smile. It's kinda funny to think that he's been sipping tea and watching me sleep.

"Morning," I try to sit up and stretch, but my whole right upper limb is cramping, "fuck."

"What's up?" He furrows his brows.

"Nothing," I shake my head, "my arm's just cramping a bit from shaking drinks. Should've switched to my other hand."

George nods with realization then waits for a while before speaking.

"Happens to me all the time."

I hate my mind for taking me places I shouldn't have gone to. I'm so braindead that I can only think of one thing that could make his right arm cramp all the time. And I make it obvious too, trying to force a straight face while the corners of my lips are daring to form a smile.

"I meant from gaming," he clarifies his point nervously. I'm just smirking involuntarily, I should stop, "why are you looking at me like that!"

I find it hilarious how flustered he looks. I hope he feels what I feel everytime he makes me blush.

"Nothing. Thanks for the blanket, by the way," I change the topic, feeling bad for him.

However, George looks confused after my words. He looks at the blanket that I'm folding to put away and frowns.

"I didn't... uhm, what do you mean?"

I blink, realizing that it wasn't him. And I just realize that I'm stupid to think that it would be him cause this blanket was in my room and Clay usually locks the door when he sleeps there. Maybe I'm remembering things wrong, but it's not even a big deal.

I probably slept with a blanket and don't even remember.