The Things Yet to Come

Don't give up your day job

"You need a job."

I do.

"Get off your ass."

I should.

"Stop eating junk and staring at the T.V."

"Oh ho ho, hell no, hoe." Maybe I should listen to bitchy Maya. Maybe I shouldn't be watching Batman cartoons. But then again, Batman gives good life lessons.

"Look, Anelisse, I don't care about what you do with your time, but I sorta need to fund the equipment for our group and you're the only one not helping."

"But neither is Maya, Finn and even Wesley isn't doing anything!"

"It's Mr. Charles to you, Anelisse." Wesley, our new tenant, butts in.

"Whatever, man. Either way, other me and you, no one else is doing anything, Wendy!"

Maya looks at her nails with a bored stare, which is stupid because she doesn't even wear nail polish. "That's because WE have better things to do than lie on the couch all day."

I sit up and roll my eyes. How much could Astronomy equipment cost anyway?

"We need to sorta raise 350 bucks."

Lovely timing you got there, Wendy. Practically read my mind.

I roll my eyes and stand up from the couch. "Alrighty then. Guess I'm going to go out and be a breadwinner, maybe I'll even follow my dream of being a cabaret dancer."

"How about no?" Stupid Maya. Why does she need to have a point?

Three hours and one ads list later, I'd singled out five job openings that weren't too far from here. The first was this Greek restaurant looking for someone to do some work in the kitchen. I figured it wouldn't be too bad until I learned how many times they'd been shut down for problems with the hygiene. Not even going to lie, I started seeing rats run around, which is when I ran away.

The next place was a definite step up from the restaurant, It was a small little bar and diner squeezed between these two buildings with a sign on top that said 'The Grim Fandango'. Walking inside hits you with the scent of alcohol and warm bread along with a soft song of some jazzy tunes. There weren't many patrons in at the moment, probably because it was 3 in the afternoon and this is mostly a bar, probably yeah. The bartender looks up from the glass he was wiping (how cliché!) and smiles warmly. Aw, he's so cute! I wish I could start thinking of other boys as hot or sexy but I'm just surrounded by guys that could easily be puppies.

"Heya! I'm here about that opening you guys had in the papers, something about serving drinks and all. Is it still open?"

*crosses fingers*

"Aw man, yes! Yes it is! You have no idea how glad I am that you're here!"

Ooh, I'm wanted! How kismet, very destiny, we had to be brought together!

He gets out from behind the counter. "I've just been wiping glasses all day, I have not a single idea on how to bartend and Hunt would've have had a nervous breakdown if we didn't find a new bartender today! Hi! I'm Laurent!" He sticks his lovely dark hand/paw out.

"Hey, I'm Anelisse! So... I get the job?"

"Yes, yes, of course! I'll just go get Hunter and he'll sort out the technical bits. You do know bartending though, dontcha?"

Do I know bartending? Sure sure sure. Pour stuff into glasses, fancy tiny umberellas, lemon wedges, what's more to know? Pouring, mixing, shaking, cutting, pouring, handling glass.