Lennox. Me. & Apartment C.

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"Hello and welcome to The Cellar! Here are the brewskis y'all ordered at the bar and if there is anything I can do for you: the name's Quinn and just let me know." I said to the table of three—two guys and a girl. I handed out the two bottles and the glass that was on tap before returning back behind the counter to visit Mosh.

Working at The Cellar is always fun because the environment is super chill. I bring a couple drinks, make a few rounds to ask people how they're doing, and hang out with Mosh and my other co-workers. All of my co-workers are super chill people but I usually talk with Mosh the most because he's the first person I've ever met here at Freemont University and I'm closest with him.

I appeared behind the bar where he was: pouring and dancing to the music that was playing from the overhead speakers. I took a sip of the beer that I had been alternating between with my water and laughed at his moves. "You, sir, are very skilled." I said with a laugh.

"Ah, don't be a hater!" Mosh screamed at me. "Come! Dance with me!" He pulled me further behind the bar and held both of my hands in his. He pulled away from me as I extended from him and we danced. He twirled me around his fingers a few times as I whirled around in compliance. Our mini dance party ended with my arms crossed in front of my waist and his hands latched around my arms. I stepped on his toes in the process and started dying of laughter.

"Ah!" I squealed. "I'm so sorry!

"Nah, it's Ok! Who needs feet?!" He said as he spun me out of his arms. I twirled away from Mosh and found myself leaning on the other side of the bar and was face-to-face with Lennox. He was standing at the end of the bar and leaning on the counter.

"Hi!" He greeted. "Someone's having a fun time tonight, I take it." He offered up.

"Yeah! What are you having tonight? Grab a table and I'll bring it by."

"I'll take a draft Budweiser," he ordered from me.

"Coming up!"  I announced as I proceeded to start his tab and fill his order.  I walked over to the register and started tapping away at the screen to create a new tab for Lennox.

"Hey, Quinn!" Mosh piped up. "This pretty lady over here wants to close out!" Mosh said, throwing the customer in the black dress a wink. He was leaning on the counter and talking to her, while she leaned in towards him so he could resume his conversation with her.

I tapped away madly at the register and began printing the customer's receipt so she could pay and continue her night. Ripping the receipt from the printer, I handed it across the counter to bid the girl a goodnight and reached for a glass to pour Lennox's drink. Technically, speaking, I probably was not supposed to doing because I was underage, at a cool 20 years old, but what kind of friend would I be if I interrupted Mosh? Besides, it's not like one of my bosses would walk in. The Cellar has never had any problems before so we all had their trust. Nonetheless, I put the glass up to the spout and pulled down on the handle. I made sure to let the beer run down the glass at an angle in order to reduce the beer foam and I brought the beer over to the high table where he was sitting on a stool, waiting.

"Thank you, ma'am," Lennox said in a mock posh voice. "So do I tip you now or later?" He said with a lowered head and an eyebrow raise.

"Well, I always prefer to tip at the end of the night and make it a cumulative thing based on the overall experience and customer service, but I've heard that other people prefer to tip after every drink to ensure that their next one has enough alcohol in it, but that's mixed drinks and you're having a beer so—wait," I let my voice trail off.

As I was talking, I somewhat picked up on his body language in the dim lighting. I saw his head lower even more until it nearly dropped completely and his jaw slowly dropped more. Granted, I did not figure out what he meant until his head was resting on his forearm on the table. I began to think about how the conversation went and essentially where it, or rather I, went wrong.