That Night At The Bar- Dnf

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-George POV-

"Uh I'll just take a vodka lemonade, make it strong for me will ya?" Comes a low, tired voice.

Fuck that voice sounded hot... wait what-

I was immediately snapped out of my confusing thoughts as tired eyes looked at me impatiently, a man leant against the bar, slowly shifting his weight from foot to foot, his feature barely visible due to the bright lights that fractured his natural colours. I found myself staring at his eyes, they were an interesting but very odd colour I mean who has piss yellow eyes... but then again they could be green, how was I to know.

"Hello? Did you hear me?" He speaks again as I suddenly shake myself back into reality and begin to juggle around nervously with his drinks.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." I mumble only slightly audible over the noisy music that practically shook the walls. "One vodka lemonade." I smile sliding the drink in front of him as he nodded gratefully before walking back to where he was originally sat.

My god... 

I painted a picture of him in my mind, his piss eyes...wait no green eyes, the way his curls framed his face so perfectly like he was a piece of art worth millions, even just the way he just leant on the bar effortlessly seemed so good to me, his fingers tapping on the bar counter to the rhythm of whatever song was playing. He was the definition of perfect.

I turned around after a moment of daydreaming, facing Karl with wide eyes who was looking at me with a you so like him look before getting back to making the drinks he was in charge of, sending me spiralling back into the realisation that there were people waiting to be served still. I felt shook up? If I'm honest I didn't know how to feel, i mean what do you do after you've met the perfect guy but made a complete fool of yourself in front of him? I took one scan of the club, in hopes of locating him. I was successful as I spotted him sat at a booth with another man who was slouched out, both clearly in deep conversation before the they stopped talking, the other guy leaning in and whispering something to him while looking straight at me. My head quickly shot back to my next customer as I put on my overly happy voice that was not optional.

"What can I get for ya?"

"Uhhhh I'll just take a uhh martini, yeah I'll just have one of them"

I nodded quickly and started to make the drink. Most of the next hour or so was like this however I kept glancing over to see if he was still there and every time he was. Still with his, I'm assuming, friend who had come up to order more drinks a couple times. He never came to me though, always went to Karl's line. I'll have to ask him about that later I think making a mental note somewhere in my mind. 

My curiosity was growing as the night progressed, it wasn't even half way into my shift and yet I wanted to know about him, if I could I would abandon my shift completely and go in search of answers. There was just an air of mystery that dispersed over anyone and everyone who neared him, a mystery that excited me, a mystery that I wanted to solve before anyone could try.

The line was no practically non existent as everyone was filtered through the club, groups dancing, groups sitting and then the occasional person who seemed to be having a make out session in various corners, oblivious that people could clearly see them and carrying on without a care in the world. So I took a minute, my elbow firmly planted into the not so pristine worktop of the bar and my face slumped into my hand as I felt my eyes drooping, we aren't supposed to sleep or nap as I called it on shift but I didn't really care I mean it's not my fault I have a low socialising capacity and a fucked up sleeping schedule is it? When I look back now this was a shit job to take I mean you have to be able to work all through the night and socialise with people while serving them, literally the two things I'm not so good at.I took the quietness as a chance to catch up with Karl who had been shooting me looks nearly all evening.

Then, out of nowhere, Freya struts through the door and makes her way to us behind the bar. Freya was supposed to have a shift today with me and Karl but she rarely turns up when she is supposed to however she never gets in trouble for it. I glance over at Karl who is mirroring my confused expression.

"Heyy!" She squeals, dragging out the y like she usually does. 

"Oh Freya, uh hi didn't think you were coming today." Karl mutters pleasantly to her

"What do you mean, I always turn up to my shifts." She snaps.

"Uh no you don't?" I argue back, she has no right to talk to Karl like that.

She squints at me, her red lips thinning together and a hand carelessly hitting away her hair as it tried to cover her face. I could barely see her eyes as she started to back me up against the bar not peeling her eyes off of me as they sent daggers that ruthlessly stabbed my retinas. Nothing was new, she bullies Karl, I step in and she gets angry, it never ends well unless a customer comes to the bar or Karl manages to drag me away before she can do anything. 

Just before anything could happen, a customer who was mildly drunk already came asking for another drink which Freya gladly made as Karl dragged me away and off to the staff toilets. Freya never works, she just makes me and Karl do it all. So why was she to adamant on taking the orders tonight, what was different? Who knows.

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1015 words

Ayo bit longer!!

Your girls' got glasses!! So now I'll be able to see what I'm writing!!!! :D

I kinda kept switching up here so idk if I should have separated it into different chapters but oh well :]

I named the girl Freya bc I know a Freya and she's a bitch, like a proper one idk what her problem is w/ me🤷‍♀️

Also I literally have no upload schedule so like I just write and then go through edit and publish idk that might change🫶

EAT SOME FOOD, DRINK SOME WATER AND GET SOME OF THAT STRANGE THING CALLED SLEEP :D

- We Rolling With It <3