Ethan is 22 years old and all he wants is to get his university degree but therefore he has to work as a bartender. It's not the most fulfilling job he could think of but it pays the bills and that's what matters for him.
Joshua however is as caref...
Working at the bar is unsurprisingly not that different than being at the club normally. The air typically is a bit thicker, your eardrums are getting vaporized and you slowly lose track of time. But you have way less fun than you would if you were drinking and so the hours went by and it seems like just an ordinary shift on a Friday night. The club was full like usual, the people were laughing, dancing and drinking like usual and there was this typical group of people who thought they were the center of attention.
While preparing a bloody mary I looked around the club trying to see if anyone I knew was at the club, which happens relatively regularly but to my surprise no one was in sight. I poured the drink into a glass and served it before going back to looking around the club. As a barkeeper, it's also kind of my job to see if anything out of the ordinary is happening but today it seemed like just the regular.
Well, that is if the standard is people dance without leaving room for Jesus. While I'm not religious, I've to say that this saying is quite a good way to describe the style of dancing presented to me.
Besides the dance floor there obviously also were the booths filled with people talking and just generally having a good time. But don't be mistaken even in the booths they dance way too close for comfort.
One of the booths caught my attention as I saw a man around my age receive a lab dance by what seemed to be either his girlfriend or a hookup which in both cases disgusted me since she was seemingly trying to suffocate him with a combination of her breast and continuous sloppy kisses.
I will never understand how people can find that attractive but he seemed to be enjoying it just fine so good for you I guess. "Yo, can I get a dirty martini?" Requested a customer who just sat down in front of me, reminding me that I was at work.
With a nod to the customer, I confirmed the request and started mixing the martini. Finishing it off with an olive and serving the drink before looking at my watch. "Great only 4 more hours." I huffed.
"4 more hours with your friends aren't that bad," Tyson chuckled. And with that Tyson and Dylan sat down at the bar. "What are you guys doing here? I thought you hated clubs, Tyson?" I asked them, confused.
"Well I do but I hate it even more when Dylan has to sleep in my apartment because he forgot his keys again." He said while hitting Dylan in the side with his elbow.
"Dylan, why didn't you tell me you were going to visit us at work?" Sara gasped at her boyfriend. "Well, I didn't know that I left my keys until I reached in my backpack and they weren't there, which was a couple of minutes ago." He pointed out with an awkward smile.
"You would forget your head if it wasn't connected to your body." She replied covering her face with her hand. I agree with that statement as stupid as it may seem Dylan truly has his head in the clouds most of the time forgetting everything constantly.
The time went by and the remaining 4 hours of my shift started to seem not so painful anymore with my friends sitting at the bar. Until the people from the booth with the lap-dancing girl decided to make their way to the bar.
The boy sat down 2 seats to the left of Tyson with the girl once again sitting on his lap. His friends, both male and female followed and I just knew that this was about to get uncomfortable for me and my friends. These people are typically either insanely obnoxious due to them thinking they are the only ones at the bar or incomprehensibly annoying due to their lack of self-discipline. Usually at least one of them ends up throwing up. And while that is not the problem itself well at least not for them anyway, I get to clean it up and usually myself as well which is disgusting, to say the least.
This time it seemed to be the obnoxious group of people which isn't the better or the worse option since I despise both of them. And with the girl in the lap of this guy 24/7 I have to admit I despised it happening directly at the bar, while it is a club it is still my workplace and I don't like watching these folks do the devil's tango on my counter.
"Wow she looks like she wants to kill the boy," Tyson remarked, making a face of utter surprise. "Dylan if you even consider looking over there I will bang your head on the counter," Sara said glaring at him. While she is one of the nicest people I know she is also the most intimidating one I know.
"Wasn't thinking about it, ma'am," Dylan answered, lowering his head in fear. "I know you weren't sweety, can I make you another drink?" Sara asked him, smiling like nothing had happened. This is exactly why a witch costume would fit her perfectly for the Halloween party that is coming up.
"Damn, she switched up fast," Tyson whispered to me. I nodded fearing that she might hear it if I answered him. "Well I'll offer these two a drink, maybe they will stop going at each other for a while," I whispered to Tyson pointing at the couple that was still very much pushing each other's tongues down their throats.
"Ahem...excuse me...hey..." I tried getting their attention but I received no answer so I tipped the boy on the arm. Finally, he realized my presence and stopped the girl. "What is it, bar-boy? Don't you see I'm busy!" He said annoyed. Unsure if this was him being an asshole or just the alcohol talking I did what I came to do, offer drinks.
"Well first of all learn some manners and second of all, you are at my bar so you either order drinks or go back to your booth," I stated. That was definitely out of the ordinary for my standards but a prick like this guy doesn't deserve the velvet glove treatment.
That being said I didn't expect them to just go back to forcing each other's tongue down their throat ignoring me entirely. It's safe to say I was dumbfounded. They seemed to realize that I was all talk. Defeated, I went back to my friends keeping my head low.
"Well, you tried." Tyson laughed trying to cheer me up. "Alright, that's it I'm dealing with them," Sara exclaimed making her way over to the couple. I was all talk but Sara wasn't, they didn't expect that.
A/N: I don't have anything to say here besides I hope that you enjoyed this chapter.
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