I had come into work, even though i felt rather unwell and i had been up all night with a horny roommate, who i swear, never sleeps.
So i felt like shit and it showed, i was welcomed by the regulars and i waved and got to work.
Work wasnt alot though. Serving up the regular whiskey or dark liquor. The occasional fruity something. But other than that it was slow and consisted of getting to know my customers.
I was wiping down the counter while i listened to a man's woes when the place got uncomfortable quiet when He walked in.
I was pretty sure i was going to get robbed or shot or both until he sat at the far end of the bar.
I wheezed out a breath and walked down there. And he mumbled something about cheap wine. I was still awe struck.
This was fuckin, Brendon Urie, modern day mobster.
"Actually, nevermind. Vodka. That would be nice."
"Ookay. Be right ba- wait. Just vodka? Nothing-"
"Just. Vodka. Do i need to spell it out?"
I scoffed. I don't put up with assholes, even if they are capable of killing me. "Fuckin, Rude." i rolled my eyes and was about to just throw the bottle of vodka and the glass but i, like a civilized person walked down and SLAMMED. LITERALLY. IF I HAD OF DONE IT ANY HARDER THEY WOULD HAVE SHATTERED. onto the bar and walked away.
The "watch out" from outside came clambering through the door. "THE COPS ARE DOING THEIR SWEEP. IF YOU GOT WARRANTS, VAMOOS."
About half the people went spilling out the back door, and i threw a room key down to Urie, that beamed him in the head. "fuckin hide, dumb ass." i gestured toward the stairs and he took the bottle with and casually strolled up the stairs.
The police came and left with one angry drunk and thats when it all began.
