𝕆𝕝𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕

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I always preferred bartending at pubs to nightclubs. I was used and accustomed to the loud and crowded atmosphere nightclubs normally have, but something about the cosy and welcoming atmosphere pubs always have with its warm lighting casting a golden glow on the wooden tables and chairs. The air is always infused with the scent of malt, and you always feel a sense of relaxation wash over you.

The pub itself was a beautiful wooden structure, polished to shine and adorned with bottles of every colour and shape. The room is filled with gentle murmurs of conversations and soft clinking of glasses with subtle music playing in the background. I was stationed to bartend at one of the small pubs in the Coup Detat instead of Pink Venom for the whole week.

My shift was going smoothly just like any other night. I was serving drinks and chatting with a few customers here and there. Some of my old customers from my previous work managed to find where I worked and decided to visit me.

"I was bummed when I found out that your old boss cut you off," one of them said. "he should have realised that he shot himself in the leg throwing away an asset like you."

I chuckled at his sentiment. "How's the old boss man these days?"

"Not too good, sadly. He had to close down his business when the number of customers started to decline. It got worse when the bartenders he did keep started resigning." He shook his head. "Truly a shame."

I hummed in concession. "Indeed."

As my shift continued, my mood suddenly changed when I saw the person I never thought I'd have to see again – the rich man who was with Lisa in the VIP room at Pink Venom weeks ago.

"This man really chose the worst days to come to see Lisa," I heard Jin mutter beside me.

"Then why is he here at this pub?" I asked, staring hard at him as he took a seat at the bar.

"Only one way to find out," Jin said before proceeding to nudge me in the man's direction.

"Why me?" I retaliated.

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