Luckily my best friend and colleague Charlotte managed to cover for me, so I had her work shift instead.
I got changed into my black work shirt which said "Rainbow Bar & Grill" and under that was my name tag which I was very proud of, which obviously read my name.
I pulled on my dark blue boyfriend-style jeans and tied my black hi-top converse.
Grabbing an apple, my old leather jacket and my keys, I head out the door and lock it.
Just as I walk out the door I crash into a giant blonde, and fall over.
For the second time.
Today.
Great going, Clarence.
"Aw sorry lady, lemme help you up! Sometimes cos I'm so tall I don't see where I'm going. Really sorry about that!" He says while grabbing my two hands and helping me pick up my stuff.
He holds out the apple and says "can I get your na-CLARENCE! HEY!" Duff splutters. Well I wasn't expecting to see him again.
"I'm really sorry, but I can't stick around, I have to go to work. I'll talk to you soon?" I say.
"Oh, um, yeah". He says a little defeated, until he says "oh where do you work?"
"The Rainbow bar and grill" I tell him while showing him my name tag proudly.
"No way! We have a gig there tonight, I guess I can catch you up there then?"
He says with wide eyes and a big grin.
"Yeah, I'll see you there!" I walk away quickly and run down the stairs, if I keep it up at this pace I'll get there with about five minutes to spare.
I run the three blocks it takes from my apartment building to get to sunset strip.
When I get there at eight o clock, there's already a small line snaking around the building.
"Poor losers." I mutter to myself as I walk fast the line and go in the back, winking at the anguished faces as I cut ahead.
I walk in, tying my apron around my waist, I go to the counter. There's a lot of people in here already, must be because of Duff's band playing here later.
I set to work wiping down the counter top and getting people drinks. A few people are already drunk as fuck and its only half eight, fucking hell.
Suddenly I hear a large roar, and the band take to the stage.
First a dude with long, red hair, clad in leather came on yelling "HELLO FUCKERS, WE ARE GUNS N ROSES, AND DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?! YOU'RE IN THE FUCKIN JUNGLE BABYYYYYYYY!" And then the rest of the band came on and started one of the most intense live shows I had seen.
How was this fucking band only playing bars? They were incredible! The enthusiasm that the crazy haired drummer possessed was unlike any I had seen, Duff was just going mental, Slash (who I didn't know was in their band before tonight) managed to thrash around while keeping his hat on was impressive. The singer had a sexual energy that had all of the ladies up front (and at the back to be fair) drooling, and the other guitarist had this mysterious thing about him, but was going as crazy as the rest with a cigarette in his mouth the whole time.
It was just great.
After the set they went to a booth in the corner, and they waved me over. "It's a bar, I ain't a waitress, get your asses over here if you want booze. Thank you." I yell over to them and wink leaving them shocked.
They seemed to discuss something between eachother while I continued to wipe down the counter like any other bar maid would do.
*SLASH'S P.O.V.*
"It's a bar, I ain't a waitress, get your asses over here if you want booze. Thank you." The bar maid shouts over. Something about her voice is vaguely familiar, but she's too far away from me to properly recognise her, so I leave it.
But man is she hot, and she's feisty too.
The other guys seem to be sharing my thoughts.
"Okay guys," Axl says nonchalantly, "how about I get the drinks this time?". Since when did he ever get the drinks. He's after that chick. Heeell no.
"Nah dude I'll get them, its no biggie." I say, starting to get up, but Duff pulls me down, "I know you guys are after that girl, but I'm thirsty, so I'm going to get the drinks, okay?" Duff says, standing up.
"Look guys if you had been paying attention you would have seen that Izzy is over there right now!" Steven laughs.
We all look over and sure enough, Izzy is over there. Fuck sake.
*Clarence's P.O.V*
"Um hey," I hear a voice say, I look up.
It was a man with shoulder length, greasy hair, browny-green eyes, with a messenger hat covering most of his head, a shirt with only the bottom button done up, yellow leather pants and a nervous smirk on his face. "I'm Izzy. You helped with that girl who was overdosing yesterday. I can't thank you enough for that. So um yeah." He said, nodding while starting to walk away. If it had been any other guy I would just leave him walk away, but there was something different and interesting about him. I had to talk to him.
"Hey wait, come back!" I call over to him as he walks away, "can I get you a drink?"
Hi guys! Sorry for not updating in forever, I literally have no valid reason, so sorry! I'll probably update soon, sorry that this chapter is so dragged out. Thank you so much for reading <3
