My Life as Oliver

A "Normal" Work Day

I'm not who I say I am.

First thing's first. Whoever you are, first thing I should probably warn you is that my name isn't really Oliver James Minier. You, just like everyone else can call me Oliver though. The only difference between you and them is that you know it's not my real name. Right now this is besides the point. Now to send you into the rabbit hole. Good luck.

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"Oliver! Oliver! God dammit, Oliver!" This was what I woke up to everyday. Well, everyday for the past year. Rolling over in the bed stood my current girlfriend and co-worker, Emma Taylor. She was standing at the edge of the bed with her arms crossed over her chest, and a stern scowl etched on her face. Oh how fun today was going to be.

"Em, I'm up alright? Geesh." Pulling myself out of bed I felt the cold hit me like thousands of pins and needles against my bare skin. Reaching to embrace my girlfriend, I swiftly got the cold shoulder. with a simple "I'll see you at work" before she fled the apartment. I will admit, I'm a bit on the shorter side. Standing only six feet tall, and blessed with the same muscle mass as my father, and my mother's olive skin tone and brunette hair. I'd like to think that I'm a relatively attractive guy, which I haven't seen anyone really disagrees seeing as women swarm me daily. Hoping into the shower and just getting ready for work, I slipped on the dark green polo shirt and black slacks I made my way out to my little rinky-dink car and off to work I went.

Brainlessly driving to my place of work and pulling into the back parking lot of none other than a Bar and Grill. Walking in I got the usual "Hey Oliver" from my co-workers. My mind set went from brainless to it's time to prepare for the lunch rush. It's never really fun to be practically everything at a restaurant/bar. Today I just so happened to be a waiter by day and a bartender until around midnight. The only male waiter we have at Johnny's Pub and Grub. When you're working at a restaurant and the faculty you work with is mainly female, you tend to get hit on...a lot.

"Hey, Oliver. So I here you're working a double today."

I won't lie, the sudden sound of someone behind me kind of spooked me. Turning around I found myself face-to-face with Sierra Ross. She was pretty. Very flirtatious, but pretty. She had recently turned twenty-one and wanted to try and get into my bed. I knew this well before I even started bar tending in various hours, simply because she is all over me and has been since I started working here.

"Yeah. Guess Johnny wanted to give me extra hours."

"Well, I'll have to thank John for that later." She said in her overly sweet voice, tracing her index finger across my jaw before walking away, swaying her hips a little more than what would be considered natural. You might be wondering; where the hell is Emma? Wrong place of work. Confused yet? Good.

The day went by slow. Never ending orders of burgers, pizzas, and whatever else anyone could think up to order. Bar tending, however, is a different story. The booze and drunkyards having a blast and being stupid is always entertaining. Moments before sliding behind the bar it was an instant wave of customers. I, luckily, only had to be back here for a few hours, but even then my night was not over. For now lets focus on this interesting night of bar tending, as this night changed everything...but I didn't know it yet.

"Hey!" Some girl shouted. At first I thought it was directed towards me for a drink, so naturally I turned around to face the direction the voice came from, only to see something I really wish I wouldn't have. It was a great night before right at this moment. I swear it was, but I just couldn't let this happen. Not while I could do something about it. What I saw was this gorgeous woman being cornered, and looking rather uncomfortable, in between a wall and a man that was obviously drunk, but not drunk enough to not know what he was doing. No, he was just intoxicated enough to build up the courage to try for a one night stand for whatever dozens of ways people want one. This unfortunate fellow had just picked the wrong girl to target, and I couldn't stand by and watch this happen. That's just not the type of guy I am.