August short stories

Day 1

Write a story from the perspective of a bartender, but without letting him have a single line of dialogue

Trigger Warnings: death of a parent

You may ask why I chose to continue bartending even if I'm more than capable of living a leasure life without the need to continue working. It's not because they are my inheritance or something, but a few years ago, I've promised my beloved mother that I will not let my father control me into working for him.

She died before seeing me like this, but I know she is very proud of me. She was a typical stay-at-home mom, but she fought my father and the society that we live in every time she got the chance. If it wasn't the illness that killed her, I would believe that it was my father.

Giorgio was powerful enough to get rid of her and not get caught, but that bastard had a little soft spot for her.

From what I know from my mother, they met in the bar I'm currently working at. She was out with her friends celebrating her graduation day. My father was also here with his friends having a drink. They danced, talked and finished together between the sheets. Fastforward a year later they were already married and having me.

When my father proposed to me to work for him I said no. I need to work for my own money. He wasn't pleased but he didn't comment very much when he found out where I was working. Apparently this bar was owned by him since the next day he met his wife.

When I chose this bar it wasn't because of this emotional story, but because I felt drawn to it when I first entered it. I don't know what kind of energy is here, but even though after long hours working, I leave with a smile on my face.

"Mat! My friend, long night I see." My best friend greeatted me before sitting down on the stool.

I nodded while taking the bottle of whisky, pouring it in a glass. If Niko were left alone on a beach with only something to drink and eat would be whisky and peanuts. Don't ask me about this, I found out about his obsession with peanuts when he was drunk on a night when we were in college.

"That kind of day?" I shook my head laughing. "Man, I couldn't never work in a bar and not talk with some chicks."

He stopped laughing when I hit him with a ball napkin. I rolled my eyes and moved to the next customer. I stopped what I was doing when I saw her.

She was the most gorgeous woman I've seen in my entire life. She always keeps her honey brown hair in a ponytail, and wears a medium dress which makes her glow of happiness and beauty, but today she is in a new era.

The long dress highlights her hips and large breasts, and the smile that she wears on her face right now makes her even more beautiful. Her friends are with her too, but she doesn't stay with them.

She is talking or rather having a conversation with a man, maybe her boyfriend. The frown on her face after the man raised his voice to her, shows that she feels uncomfortable. She points her finger to his chest and after a few minutes she leaves.

"Boy, if you want to go to talk to that pretty woman, you can go."

I shaked my head and went directly to his drink. Oliver's father isn't much drinker, but he comes sometimes with his son to have a beer or some cocktail. Today's drink is Cubra Libre, which was also my mother's favorite drink.

"I want the strongest cocktail that you have." That sweet voice almost made me forget to pour the soda into the glass.

"Did he heard me?" She asked Oliver's father and then moved her eyes on me. She was so hot headed.

I gave him the drink and moved to the next one. "Yeah, he did. He doesn't talk so much when he is working or ever, but he is a good boy."

She nodded at his response while looking at me. I smirked when she tried to see how I looked below the t-shirt I wear. Good girl.

"I really need this drink. I taught all my life that when I finish with my studies I'll go partying with my friends, but they are all snakes," She confessed and went to take a big gulp of the drink I prepared for her.

I wasn't prepared to hear her moan because of the taste of the cocktail. I chuckled at her reaction. A well prepared Long Island does that to you.

Oliver's dad raised a brow and moved towards the girl to hear better. He wears a hearing aid and sometimes it is hard to distinguish what the other person says.

"What happened? I already went to all the drama with my daughter so I think I mastered it."

"I went with some of my best friends to this college in New York. All was good, we finished in the first ten, but when we came back home they thanked me for my brain?!" she exclaimed and raised her hands in annoyance.

"That's so awful, and what about that boy over there? I saw how bad he treated you." Oliver's dad winked at me. Oh man, what I get myself into. Don't tell me that this man wants to match me and this woman.

"That piece of shit? Oh, he just broke up with me because he found a better chick to fuck with."

Damn, that's really fucked up. I knew from college that man only think about fucking, but breaking up with your girlfriend in a bar after her graduation is pretty lame.

I didn't have any girlfriends then because I wasn't really into getting one. I was focusing on my studies while dealing with my mothers' passing. So even though I wanted to help this woman with any advice, I don't have any.

"Don't let that boy upset you. I'm sure you will get your revenge. Don't all the girls listen to that blond singer that has concerts all over the world?"

She starts laughing and it's so beautiful. Calming in a way my demons.

"Who? If you mean Taylor Swift, then yes. Most of my generation listen to her," She admits while taking the last drop of her drink."That woman is truly a mastermind."

"Yeah, that one. Well, I have to go. I'm on grandpa duties tonight. Nice to meet you, um-," Oliver's dad scratches his neck on the back.

"Isobel."

"Nice to meet you, Isobel. If you still need to let some anger out, Mathias is a good listener." He let a small laugh out when I rolled my eyes at him. "Now, I really need to go. See you on Saturday, Mat."

After Oliver's dad leaves us, I catch Isobel staring at me. I raised a brow at her and she just sighed. "Now, I need a ride home. When do you finish?"

I write on a piece of paper the hour I am finishing working, and give it to her. She tooks it and I'm pretty sure she just analized my handwriting.

She moves her eyes to me and smirks. " See you in 30 minutes, pretty boy."

Pretty boy? Nobody called me like that.

I loved it.