Honey Child refers to someone who is a sweetheart or a darling....
But, Skylar Harris is no longer that girl. At twenty-five she's lost her spark after an injury put her dance career on pause. For now, she's working three jobs in the heart of New Yo...
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Skylar
I flexed my feet in my black work boots handing off more drinks wishing the night could be over. The Coyote Ugly Club was drowning in warm bodies. Bellies were filled with alcohol and the DJ kept the music flowing. I just supplied the drinks and kept the cash flow coming.
"Let me get a lemon drop, shawty," Ryan asked leaning against the counter and swinging her butt-length braids.
"Where you been at all night, huh?" I asked ignoring her use of the word 'shawty' and continued to make her lemon drop shot.
"You can't rush perfection." Ryan swayed her body to the slow Kendrick Lamar song playing.
The group of men next to her whistled, "You sure can't."
I placed their cold beer bottles before them and turned, "How you paying babe?"
Ryan placed her loose cash in my hands, "Still a penny-pinching ass bitch. Sooner or later you're gonna be the one buying drinks."
"I ain't going nowhere," I spoke pouring more drinks and flashing a fake smile at drunk customers.
"Yes, you are."
Keeping my workstation clean I leaned against the counter wiping away the residue with a cleaning cloth, "I been here for the past two years-"
Ryan cut me off immediately, "This is just an era in your life. Next year, you're gonna be in Paris or whatever dancing."
The bell at the end of the bar dinged as more bodies swarmed the space, "Gotta go. Wait for me until I get off."
~
I sat up hearing my phone buzz illuminating the dark room with a flash of light. I rubbed my eyes thinking my brain was playing tricks on me. However, the phone continued to buzz.
"Hello?" My voice sounded rugged and strained, unfamiliar.
"It's noon. You still sleep?" My oldest sister, Genevieve, asked crunching on whatever she ate for lunch.
I pulled the phone from my ear looking at the time. It was noon like she had said. How long was I sleeping?
"I worked until three in the morning. Not everybody can have a nine-to-five Mrs. Doctor." I felt my eyes closing the more she talked dragging out her tone.
"I need you to pick up Raymond from the barbershop today. I know you hate going there but I'm working late, again." Genevieve whispered trying to keep her coworkers from listening.
