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Chapter 2: Bartender

George POV

It was a quiet evening, like most other nights were. Wilbur and I were serving up drinks to the dozen regulars who came past with him chatting to me about some drama happening on social media. I let out a low sigh, barely listening because I didn’t like to keep up with all of the online drama.

Maybe it was just the way my parents raised me, but I didn’t really watch any TV, or use the computer for anything. They were really strict on that kind of thing when I was a kid and I guess I never really grew out of it. Most of my coworkers liked to make fun of me because I’d prefer to spend my spare time reading books or spending time outside instead of using a phone.

Wilbur was the only one who didn’t give me a hard time about the fact that I wasn’t as up to date with technology. He was the one who told me any important news, and I allowed him to rant to me about whatever tv show he was watching, or celebrity drama was happening on Twitter.

I glanced up as the door opened and a pair of guys in their early twenties walked in. Wilbur also looked over at the pair and let out a loud gasp, but I ignored him and brushed it off as one of his stupid jokes as I went over to the pair to serve them.

“Hey there,” I greeted the pair of them as they sat down at the bar, while glancing over the ravenette and the blond. “What would you two like to drink?”
“I’ll take a Heineken,” the ravenette shrugged, and the blond stated that he’d have the same. I nodded and told the pair I’d be right back.

I walked over to one of the fridges and pulled out two bottles. It was quick and easy as I pulled the bottles out and took the caps before pouring them each into a glass. The pair were in a small conversation but turned back to me as I set the glasses in front of each of them. “Here you both go, enjoy your drink.”

“Thank you,” both of them responded at the same time, but then I watched as the blond continued. “Hey, what’s your name? Just so we can call you over if we want a refill.”
“Oh,” I smiled in response. “My name is George, just call me over if either of you need anything.”

Without letting them respond I turned away, seeing one of our regulars motioning over. I walked over to him with a smile. “Hey John, what would you like to drink?” I questioned.
“Hello love,” he responded in his yorkshire accent. I gritted my teeth at the name, however he tipped well and so I shut my mouth and smiled at him.

“Yeah, hi.” I repeated again awkwardly. “So would you like something to drink?” I made sure to take a small step back before I listened.
“Whatever you make me is sure to be delicious.” He hummed, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “If you think I’ll like it then make something and put it on my tab.”

“Of course,” I smiled, planning on making a shitty mix-up of expensive whiskeys and beers and wines that would cost him fifty bucks just for the weak drunken flirting. A small smile graced my lips as I hurried around the counter and went to the backroom where all our more expensive drinks were stored at the back of the employees break room.

The storeroom of our break room was beside a Christmas tree that we had put up back at the end of November, it only had a couple of ornaments and looked kind of pathetic. “Wow, that’s something you don’t see in the bar everyday.” Wilbur stated as I pulled out some of the bottles with expensive looking labels.

“The customers on the brink of sexual harassment?” I retorted with a grumble as I continued to grab some expensive drinks. “That’s nothing new.”
“Not that, it’s about the two new guys who came in. They-” I cut him off as I stood up.
“I have to get this drink out to drain my shitty customers' money. We’ll talk later, okay.”

I walked back out and poured the mix of drinks into one glass, coughing slightly at the strong smell of different liquids. The pair who were sitting at the bar watched me with concerned expressions at my creation, but I ignored the way they were looking at me.

My monstrosity of a drink totalled around forty bucks but was totally worth it as I walked over to John, making sure to have some fun by swinging my hips and humming lowly while the pair of drinkers and Wilbur all watched from afar. “Here you go sir,” I said with a grin, “it’s a mix of some of my favourite drinks, and I’ve added it to your tab. I hope you enjoy.”

“I’m sure that I will,” he responded, his hand brushing against mine before I got the chance to step away. “Is this one of your favourites?”
“Yes it is.” I nodded, resisting the urge to laugh and somehow keeping a straight face. “I could down a whole glass in a minute.” I lied.

“Then I’ll make sure to enjoy it for you.” He attempted to speak sensually, and I turned around without saying anything else to him, I walked back to behind the bar and over to Wilbur.
“You know you could get in trouble for this,” he muttered to me as we watched him for a couple of seconds.

“Well I did what he asked for didn’t I?” I responded. “He said for me to make whatever and put it on his tab, I made a mix of our most flashy and expensive drinks for him and put it on his tab, exactly like he asked for.”
“If you’re sure.” He sighed. “But if you get fired I can’t help you get another job.”

“The boss won’t fire me, I’m too good at my job. How shhh, I want to watch this.” A subtle grin appeared on my face as John lifted up his glass to drink, and from the corner of my eye I could see the ravenette and the blond whispering to each other while watching. Then he took a sip, and it was clear he could barely resist the urge to spit it back out.

I made myself busy wiping down the bar so that he couldn’t make eye contact, and so he couldn’t see me giggling slightly. But I paused my cleaning as I reached the pair who were still sitting, now with half empty drinks. “That was pretty funny what you did to that guy,” the ravenette chuckled. “What did he do to deserve it?”

A small sigh fell from my lips. “He’s a bit of a pervert, seems to think that I’m into him.” I paused for a moment before glancing mischievously up at them. “He deserved it.”
“You’re funny,” the blond smiled, and I grinned back at him.
“Thank you.” I smiled. “Nobody’s ever told me that before.”

I looked over and saw one of my other regulars waving me over and so I said goodbye to the pair and walked over to serve him.
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I am sorry George, I have given you too much unfair shit in these last few books.