Alorah

Part 14

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I wipe my tears away with my hands as I try to put my apron on, fucking trembling hands.

I flinch when loud laughters errupt in the bar causing a few more tears to fall down my cheeks. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, my hands rest themselves on the table before me. I try to relax my body and my heart, I feel a pain in my heart because of the fear and the stress i'm feeling right now and it's not good if i want to hold on all night for my shift.

Harold told me I had to work until the last drunk leaves the bar so if it means working until it's 10 am then i'll have to work until there, for free of course. Either way it's not funny, right ?

Usually he allowed me to leave around 4am but since i'm two hours late for my shift, I need to be forgiven.

I take a deep breath and walk back to the bar, I would love to spend the whole night in the back of the bar but I can't so here I am, standing behind the bar and eyeing everyone.

I know most of the people who are here, they are the regulars. I see them every nights since Harold opened his shitty bar which means a while. There are few people sitting randomly in the bar that I don't know as well as the others, It happen that I see them from time to time but not regularly enough to say what they're going to drink

Not like the table 17. Those men always reserved this same table every nights since as long as I can remember. They always start with the same drink before wondering around the alcohol on the menu and some nights they try new ones and some nights they stay on their comfort zone and take drinks they know they love

I remember correctly, maybe two years ago if I remember correctly, one of them was so drunk that I had to walk him to his house a few streeth away from the bar. We had to stop every two minutes because he was throwing up like crazy. I'm pretty sure It took us fifty minutes to get there while usualy it took us a little less than ten minutes

I take the lead and start to already make all of their drinks, I can tell they just sitted down because there aren't any drinks on their table and they're not red from alcohol. If I give them their drinks without them asking it, maybe they'll give me money. It's worth a try, right ? Yea I thought too

That's why I'm walking to their table with drinks on my tray. To have money. The brown hair one spots me and grins when he sees what I bring them "there's our favorite waitress"

"She might be our favorite but she sure is the best waitress of the city" The blond one say as he eyes the glass of vodka I put in front of him. I roll my eyes and walk around the table, I rest one hand on the back seat of one of their chair while my other hand rests on my hip "just like ever beginnings," I start, looking at the drinks while their attentions are on me "Three pure vodkas, one Martini, and four bourbons" I say in one breath.

"You really are the best" the brown hair nods with a grin on his face "thank you, sweetie" he says tapping me on the back. I nod "no problems. Call me if you want anything else"

"Thank you, and say hi to your mom when you see her" he winks taking a sip of his bourbon

"I will, uncle Wyatt" I say walking back at the bar to put the tray back at his place before wondering around the bar to see if anyone need anything which cause me to have eight new commands to do

Sometimes I really do my job too correctly

I go behind the bar and turn around to grab the glasses I need for the different drinks I have to do when I hear the front door opening and closing. I grab the alcohol and start doing the strong drinks when someone clears his throat behind me

"one second please" I politely say, I put the bottle who were in my hands beside the glasses when he clears his throat again.

I swear if he keeps doing that I'll choke him alive myself