Michael x Noah 🙏

4. ~work problems~

Michaels pov:
Another day working as a bar tender. Not fun. It may not seem all that bad, but after a few hours, people are drunk. And some of them don't even know what they're doing, and will make you very uncomfortable.
At least I can go home later and text Noah, if he's even awake. My shift ends at 1am since that's when the bar closes.
I clock into work and head behind the bar.
Only 8 more hours.
I say to myself as I look at the clock. And the worst part is, we don't get breaks. Working for a straight 8 hours, barley any sleep-

"Michael!!!!!" I hear the familiar voice of my best friend, Hannah. She's been my best friend since I got this job last year in May.
I turn around. "Hey, what's up!"
She hugged me quickly, then stood back up.
"Soooooo, it's been two daysssss, anything new?" I swear, this woman is always in my business.
"Uh, yes, actually," I said as she looked up with eyes of wonder.
"TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME T-"
"Shut up! People are staring..." I say and take a breath. "I got a boyfriend..."
Hannah looked up so fast and practically screamed. In her head is what she thought, but uh, she not the best at hiding emotions...
But the she smacked me.
"Hey- what was that for?"
"I can't believe you thought not to text me. Hmph."
"Uh, Hannah- I just started dating him again today-" quickly got interrupted.
"AGAIN?!"
Oh god. This will be a long night.
"Hann-"
"Uh- hello? I've been here for a good five minutes, waiting for one of you to get my order."
Oh no. I hate this guy. Last time he was here, and almost every time before, he's made me uncomfortable. Inappropriate jokes and all. However, last time, he told me there was a problem with the bathroom, and that I should follow him. Yeah, he touched me in a way and I immediately walked back behind the counter. Thank god I didn't go into that bathroom. But that's the consequence of working here where people get drunk of a living.

Hannah's pov:
I've seen Michael run around the bar a few times tonight. It's about 9-9:30ish. We're the only two workers here, besides our boss, but he just sits in his office all day long.
Tonight, Michael seems more stressed. He normally helps the guys, while I help the girls. We don't do it on purpose, it's kind of funny honestly how the girls normally ask me and the guys normally ask Michael. But he's running around the bar, drink, to drink, to drink, to drink. Everyone just keeps asking for more. I've been giving out a ton of drinks too, but not as much as Michael.
"Hey, Mik- hic Mikey~" I heard one of the guys call him. They are all normal customers at this point so they know our names. Michael looks back at him. God, he hates being called that. I'm not sure why though. He won't tell me, and he tells me everything.
Michael didn't say anything, he just gave him a look of hate.
"Mikeyyyyyyy~ come here."
Michael walked over from inside the bar area.
"What, Richard?" Michael said, looking at the guy. Richard is the same guy Michael followed to the bathroom that one night, came back in less than 30 seconds, his voice shaky.
"Another drin- hic drink."
"No can do. You know the rules. After a certain amount of re-fills, no more." He was about to walk away, until...

Michaels pov:
I got pulled back and turned around. The man reached over the counter and looked at me with eyes that made me uncomfortable.
"You've got a nice body~" I tried to pull his arm away from me.
"Let go-!"
"Oh but whyyyyy?"
I'm still trying to get this old man's hand off of me. He's definitely over 45 years old. No wife. No kids. I can't blame anyone. Who would wanna date or marry him.

I looked over at Hannah, she had a concerned look on her face. I saw the customers behind her, waiting for drinks, so I nodded for her to get back to work.
I felt the man's eyes look at me, now inappropriately. I suddenly tried harder to pull away. "Let go! I'll make your damn drink- just let go of me!" And suddenly, he did. But not because I offered him more to drink, but because at 6'4, red head, stood behind him. About to choke Richard.
"Noah?!" I said, relief filling my body.
"Let's go." Noah said coldly.
"Noah- I'm not leaving Hannah here to work by herself-"
...
Noah waited a good 30 seconds before finally saying,
"Fine. But I'm staying here. I'll be in the corner table."

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