ORANGE JUICE

THE BEV CART GIRL 3

"There's my ray of sunshine..."

Donald, a regular at the country club, came up to your cart.

"Hey, Donny. What can I get you today?"

He put his hands in his pockets.

"You know what I always get..." His voice trailed off, hoping that he was special enough for you to remember his order. You got up and began to mix a Nutty Mary, this drink that you had created to rival Donald's original order of a Bloody Mary on ice. It had two shots of Tito's Vodka, a splash of V8, and a dash of Kahana Royale Hawaii Macadamia Nut Liqueur. He liked it so much that he began to ask for you to make that one instead.

"How have you been?"

Your voice was distinct and delightful to him, much like the beverage in his cup.

"Oh, I'm alright. Definitely better now that I'm talkin' to you."

The sound of leaves on trees danced around in your ears as a cool breeze blew by, those brown eyes of yours pulling Don in closer.

He traced the shape of your legs with a hungry gaze, his own eyes green and keen in mischievous curiosity.

"Can I interest you in another Nutty Mary? Maybe a Buzzball for your friends in the sand trap? It's only $5 more for each person, Donny."

Don laughed like you were getting him in trouble as he reached in his pocket to open his wallet again.

Something about this job made you realize your power and effect as a woman.

And you liked that.

A lot.

"Hey, girl. I haven't seen you in a while", came from Frank, somebody who you could always convince to buy a Fireball. He hugged you before stepping back, his outfit consisting of white shorts with beat up Nike Air Max Excee sneakers.

Your smile was dazzling, a signature that these White men couldn't get enough of.

"Yes, it's been some time. How are the kids?"

The way he shook his head before answering made you let out a cute little giggle as you prepared his drink. Most of the contents were in the cup but you dug the mini bottle into the ice, having it stick out for style before putting a crazy straw in the middle.

"Still making stupid decisions. Oh, wow. This is pretty, Y/N. You always make Fireballs look so nice."

It seemed timely to lean into your humor a bit, batting your eyes for effect.

"Why, of course. I have to do that for you, Frank. You're so special."

You had gotten to a level where you could support yourself without worry.

Rent was always paid on time, bills were paid in advance, and despite inflation, you could get whatever kind of groceries you wanted. All from a bev cart job.

Of course, it took you some time to get there. Once you were fully acquainted though, everything became easy. You were a favorite on the course for many of the golfers, most coming back just to see you and have conversation. It got to a point where some of the other girls were jealous of your attention and looking for a solution.

"I just think it's a little unfair that people aren't coming to us. They're coming to her."

You watched Grace, the girl you thought you were cool with tear into you about an imaginary popularity contest to the manager of the country club. They had brought you all into the office to have a conversation, the other bev cart girl on the course for the day staring daggers into you. You developed friendships with other coworkers as well, but they were either not on schedule or coming in tomorrow. None of that mattered now, because it seemed like things were getting weird overall at this particular country club.