Physical Damage (discontinued)

Chapter 7- Blue for you

thats the colour of Paul's eyes ----------------------->

its red where in in the middle because of the camra :P

but yes that is someones real eye colour

cool huh :D

Chapter 7

“NO! I TOLD YOU I CAN’T COME IN TODAY!”  I yelled at my damn pink phone as I storm up the flight of stairs to the apartment that we call home.  I took a calming breath before replying to Kevin; the bouncer and organiser of the foxy fox.

“Why can’t you get one of the other bartenders to come in? Does it have to be me?”

I listen to Kevin babble while unlocking the door then walking in to dump my bag on the couch. “The private room already has a bartender.” I sit down sighing “All right I’ll come but I better be payed time-and-a-half for this.” Kevin’s potty mouth emerges. “Now, now Kevin do you kiss your mother with that mouth? This is my day off so I better get the extra pay or Blaise is not going to be happy.” I hang up my damn pink phone that Cassie; Mitch’s co-worker had gotten me for my birthday, and they wonder why I’m gay.

I heaved myself of the couch and made my way into the kitchen to make my self dinner. What the hell was wrong with the last bartender that worked in the private room? Who the fuck does he think he is? I mean sure he is the bosses son and soon to be boss… DAMN IT WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCKING BOSS IS. And his damn son always comes with a bunch of his ‘friends’ so we don’t know who he his either! Fuck this shit where are the pickles! I need those damn cucumbers that are soaked in evil! I rummaged through the fridge looking for the pickle jar. Stuff it I don’t need pickles for my taco’s. I can have…. Um… olives instead ha take that pickles I don’t need you! you’ve been replaced by the awesome olives.

With dinner all done and eaten I made a few more tacos for Mitch and placed them in the microwave before getting read for work. I grab my jacket with the clubs logo and shrug it on as I make my way down to my baby MDR. I hop on my baby MDR and head over to work. They better give me that pay or I’m going to kill every last one of them.

The ten minute ride turned into a four minute death race. Ah who cares about speed limits I make my own. I parked up and walked around the front to where Kevin should be.

“Hey Kevin, are they here yet?”

Kevin straightens out his shirt and shook his head no. “The kids haven’t come yet so get your ass up there and set up five vodka shots one mixed with orange juice and three with cherry coke the other shot is just straight vodka with red colouring.”

I nodded and moved passed him to enter the club.

“Oh and Blaise, word got out that your working in the private room. Paul has gotten him self in to perform for the kids since he heard that you’re working there. Just watch out okay?”

I nodded again and made my way over to the private room up stairs. SHIT! Now I have to deal with punk ass kids and a possessive lunatic, JUST FUCKING PERFECT!!

Up in the private room I got the drinks ready and placed them in the mini fridge to cool. Once done I sat in one of the stools that were behind the bar and took a rest. I was getting inpatient now wondering when they are going to come. I checked the time on my damn pink phone. TEN-THIRTY!! WHAT THE FUCK!! How long do they plan on staying for? A few minutes later the door opens and in comes Paul.

Oh for the love of unicorns! “Hi Paul”

Paul wiggles his way over to the front of the bar and sits himself in one of the seats. He then leans forward. “Hi sexy, did you miss me? I know I missed you” Paul flutters his eye lashes.