Only You

The Bartender

Joe's Pov

Why is it that on Saturday nights, all the assholes decide to stop by and drink their whiskey and scotch. Telling me how much of a dick their bosses are when in reality they were the ones being a dick to their boss in the first place because they couldn't get the promotion they didn't deserve. Then they're gonna go home covered in their own filth and sorrow to their wives and they might give a swing or two before they pass out on the couch in their own piss. It's sad if you really think about it. They're all the sa- "Excuse me? Sorry." I hear the most angelic voice in this whole bar calling to me. I hear...you. I turn to the beautiful blue eyed blonde haired creature. Her lips pink with a smile on them. They look so soft. You're looking at me. You need me. I walk over to her and toss the rag, that I use to wipe counters, over my shoulder. Hello you. Beautiful you. "What can I get you started with?" I ask giving my best casual stance. You look happy. Like you just got some good news and now you're here to celebrate. I wonder what it is. Maybe your boss wasn't an asshole and you got a promotion. Maybe you won something. Maybe...damn your eyes are so beautiful. "How about a sex on the beach?" She nods. You're Australian, maybe you're new. I haven't seen you around at least and a popular choice in drink. Not something too basic. A cocktail mixture of vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, cranberry juice, and crème de cassis. You don't want something too bitter to ruin your night. "Coming right up," I give her a smile before gathering the ingredients. I can see you constantly checking your phone, as if you're waiting on something or someone. I feel my eye twitch. I hope not a guy. Although with the way you look, there's no way you're single. Unless you're waiting for the right one and I could be that one. "Hey jerk off! Another round!" A drunk slurs. See? Assholes. I nod to him, "Be there in a sec," I tell him. To shove the whole bottle down your throat so you can choke on it. Maybe I should just leave you to choke on your vomit instead. I finish making the sex on the beach and walk back over to the young woman. "Here you are, one sex on the beach," I tell her. She smiles, oh what a beautiful smile you have. "I guess you should get to that asshole, before he starts some chaos," she warns. Are you concerned about me? How cute. I can't help but smile. "Yeah, we don't want that, do we?" She shakes head, "No we don't," she agrees with a small laugh. And just when I thought you couldn't get any more amazing, you go and laugh. Damn you. "This glass ain't gonna fill it's self!" The drunk yells as he waves it around. I try to keep my smile up, to do anything but give off a hint of psychotic in front of you. I clench my jaw as I keep the smile on my face, it kind of hurts to keep it. "I'll be right back," I tell her. Don't go anywhere.

Mindy's Pov

I watch as the bartender pours that jerk a whiskey. If I were him, I wouldn't serve rude customers. But I guess you have to make money somehow even if it's putting up with mean old drunks. I glance down at the message from my uncle Benjamin telling me he's on his way to hear my good news. Uncle Benny has been there to support me from day one. He saved me and gave me a roof over my head. So much has changed since in my life since uncle Benny took me in. I'm happier, healthier, I'm doing what I can do succeed in the world. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see my uncle, I open my arms to hug him. "Uncle Benny," I squeal in excitement ready to tell him the news. "Let's get a table and some food," he suggests, I nod and grab my bag glancing over at the bartender who's looking at me. He seems sweet, I bet we could've had a great talk if I were here just to drink. I give him a little wave before following my uncle. We order some food and I keep a smile on my face ready to tell him about the new job I got. I watch as he adjusts his glasses and looks up at me, "Now, what is it you wanted to discuss, Freckles?" He calls me by the nickname he gave me when I was little. I used to hate it when he called me that. It felt like he was insulting me because I had freckles all over my face. But it was just a cute family nickname that only he called me. "I did it." I tell him, he sets his menu down and raised an eyebrow, "Did what?" He asks, throughout life. I've always been told that I looked like I could be a model. By family, friends, even complete strangers. I guess I was never confident enough to agree until I signed up and got a call. "They want me to model for the Peler's magazine, Amy Peler's magazines," I tell him, Amy Peler is New Yorks famous photographer who has models all throughout her magazines and she is who I'm starting off with. This will be huge for me. My uncle cracks a smile, "Wow. Mindy, that is...that's wonderful," he tells me as he grabs my hand and squeezes lightly. "Your dreams are coming true," he nods as his smile widens. As if he's not just proud of me for getting this job, but he's proud of me for getting the job that I want. He's happy because I am. I smile and nod, "Our dreams, uncle Benny. This is my chance, a chance for a bright future," I tell him. A chance for me to live out a wonderful life and career. A chance at success.