Jo's POV:
"Order up" the chef yelled from behind the counter
"coming" I shouted back
"excuse me Miss could I get another drink"
"yes of course Mr...um-"
"Dunleavy" he replied
"Yes of course, sorry sir. I only started here a week ago"
"JO SERVICE" the chef continued to yell
"I got it" JJ said swooping in out of no where and lifting the tray
"Well, thats ok dear. Just a scotch on the rocks please"
"Coming right up sir" I said walking away and standing behind the bar. Shit there must be at least 30 different kinds of scotch. Ummm ok maybe this one....
"nope-" JJ said simply from behind me
"Jesus, how did you get back here"
"I walked" he shrugged. "Mr Dunleavy right?" he said lifting a bottle of scotch called Glenfiddich.
"How did you-"
"Know? I told you Jo, i'm actually good at my job. Don't worry you'll pick it up with time"
"Service!" another shout was heard from the kitchen
"thats my cue, you know how to pour a serving right?"
"Yes JJ i'm not a complete idiot" I said as he walked away. Ok, measuring cylinders.... shit how much is a measure of scotch. 25ml? Thats a shot right....does he take a single or a double. Oh my god why am I so bad at this. Ok, confidence. I thought to myself as i poured one serving into a glass and added a large ice cube. Ok that doesn't look wrong.
"Here you are sir" I said passing him the glass
"Whats this?" he asked
"Your Scotch on the rocks?"
"Yes, i said on the rocks, not rock. I don't like the big ice cubes"
"Oh of course sir my bad, I'll fix that right away" I said taking the glass back
"Typical of you woman" he said practically throwing the glass back at me with a roll of the eyes
"excuse me?" I said turning back around
"you can't get a simple order right"
"i'll have you know-"
"Sir I am so sorry for the inconvenience, my friend here, she is new. I will have her trained up right away" JJ said magically appearing once again to save my ass
"ah JJ, please show this young woman how to pour a proper drink"
"right away sir, apologies again" he nodded grabbing my arm and pulling me back to the bar
"i thought you said you knew what you were doing" he laughed
"Well i thought i did, he started on me over a fucking ice cube...i swear you told me the big ice cube going in whisky and scotch and-"
"and you would be correct. Mr Dunleavy is just awkward"
"and then he called me a typical woman, i mean who does he think he is"
"Jo, you're new, calm down. You wont be perfect instantly. Plus if you haven't noticed you are in the centre of Kooksville, and what are Kooks?"
"assholes"
"correct. You just gotta let it roll off your back. Now here is the new drink. And serve it with that smile i know so well" he said as i shot him a glare "yea perfect, just like that, go get em cupcake" he laughed going off to clear a table.
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The Summer is ours// JJ Maybank
Fanfiction// this story will not follow the original plot of outer banks, simply the characters and the setting. Been there, watched that. // Jo Routledge, Twin sister to John B Routledge, honorary member of the pogues. She is always getting into trouble wit...
