Saturday, July 17th, 2021.
9:30 pm.
'ELIANA P.O.V'
"Babygirl!" the man lifts his hand up to get my attention through the loud music that is playing here, and I make my way up to him. "One cosmopolitan, please," he hands me the cash, so I grab it and move back to the bar again to do my job.
The pink and blue lights giving me a headache in this crowded nightclub, I heave a sigh but lean over the bar to give Christopher the order that was passed. "One cosmopolitan, Christopher," I raise my voice to make sure he hears me, and he nods to me after sliding one drink to one of the clients.
"Hey, Babygirl. How are you doing tonight?" the brown-haired man, who knows me very well, notices my presence, sipping on his alcoholic drink while enjoying his time here. I hate to hear random men call me this, but my boss gave me this nickname, and I cannot complain or tell them to call me by my name. "Good, and you?" I keep my eyes on Christopher to not let him believe I am interested in conversing with him, but he does not get the hints. "I'm good too. Are you gonna work until two a.m again?"
"Yes," I nod, barely speaking. "Here you are," he gives me the drink I asked for. "Thanks," I grab it and walk away before the man who I hate could hold me back like he usually does when he is here. In short seconds, I reach the man who ordered his drink and lay it in front of him. "Here's your cosmopolitan, Sir," I avoid putting my eyes on him, knowing where his perverted ones are, without even checking. "Thank you."
I step in another direction to not stay close to his table, and I look around me, making sure no one is waiting for me to have my eyes towards them in order to ask for something. Since no one does, I walk between the tables, and check up everywhere since this place is big, nudging my way through the people, the heat and noise that they cause all together.
Knowing I will be more at ease near the entrance, I head towards it but already feel the pain in my feet that are stuck and hurt in my pair of high heels. The more I wear them, the worse it gets because I do not even have time to heal from the bruises and blisters that the next night is already there to put more pressure on them.
Realizing that the struggle is overpowering the rest of my emotions, I snap out of it but feel my watch vibrate on my wrist, meaning the best moment of this day might happen soon. I check the message I received on it but feel excited after only the first words from my boss.
< Emilio's coming. Make sure his room is ready, and greet him as soon as he's here ]
No matter how much I would love to ignore him, I answer him with an 'Alright' and go back to the nearest bar to get a bucket full of ice and put two bottles of Dom Perignon champagne in it, the one brand that Mister Miller loves the most. Once this is ready, I grab a cleaning towel, one wide tulip glass, and go upstairs, where the VIP rooms are.
Aware of the short time I have to get everything done, I do it fast, even if the bucket is heavy, I unlock the room with one of the cards I have and enter it.
I turn the neon lights on and pick Mister Miller's favorite color, the purple one. I place the bucket on the u-shaped leather sofa stuck into two corners of the room, and I wipe the table in order to place the bucket on it, put the see-through curtains properly behind the sofa, and take a close look at the mirror wall to make sure there is no stains, fingerprints, or marks.
