Hello there!
Thanks for actually taking a glimpse to this story! Since you all know the summary, I'll start this story at Nia interviewing them, one by one.
Love all you, my soon-to-be pumpkins! (I call my readers that on my other account.)
-Alice
The alarm clock rang through my ears as I struggled to get up. I was usually happy to start the day with my favorite breakfast, and I love to bike around my gated apartment neighborhood, tossing daily newspapers to their lawn. I charge $5 a month for this, and I give half the proceeds each month to a donation center, half to my favorite cousin, Ruby Hardesty, who was 13 years old.
Anyway, today was a weekend. I know, waking up at 6 AM in the weekend?! Are you out of your mind!? Well, no. I own a local 5-star bar, it is a classic looking medieval bar, but I have all the normal up-to-date drinks. I have normal music, and a ton of customers every night, because always I have bright neon disco balls and neon glowing décor.
But... It may be having some...minor setbacks.
The bartenders are... well... bland.
Because they are my 2 cousins, and 1 other person. Earl Johnie Allen, my boy cousin, is 19 years old. He is really energetic, but only does this for money. I secretly give him $10 more cash ay than the rest. Because their Mom, was this girl junkie, and Earl's early kid life were horrifying. He was about 2 and hs many scars to this day cause of all the spanks his older sister gave him, and all the bumps and scrapes from exploring the town.
Erika Aria Allen. My WORST ENEMY. She is the cruel sister of Earl, and still hasn't found a proper job!
My parents, when I was 10, considered adopting him and taking him away from his life of misery!
TiMe SkIp
"Come In!"
I screamed to my first job applicant.
"Hi there! Im Cinnamon Warren." She was chocolate colored, had short straight black cropped hair that stopped at her shoulders. Her voice had a tinsy bit of raspiness, but overall she looked nice.
"Hi there Cinnamon. Now you know we don't mind education, as long as you have a high shool diploma?"
"Yes, I do have."
"Then, what job are you looking for? You don't seem like the fun and games type."
"Im applying for cook. I've even got to be the on Masterchef as a judge!"
"Well, that's a lot of proof! Cook me up a nice dish,drink whatever and lets see what you've got. Us-"
Just like that she was out the door of my bar office and off to the kitchen. So while she is cooking, I think I'll meet the next applicant.
TiMe SkiP
I was on my last applicant.
"Hi!!!!! Im Carmelle Vera! I love KPOP, Video Games and I love to lay those cupstacking games with glasses!!!!!!!!"
Wow, what a bunch of sprit! I'm taking her!
I just said, "Favorite color please?"
"OOOOOOH! I Fu**ing WUV Blue! No, Orange and Blue!!!"
"You swear?"
"Alot. But I guess I can tone it down."
So I wrote her name on a black id card, which made the colors pop. "Here you go!" She grabbed it and ran squealing outside.
Dang, she was pretty.
I cant wait to start working with them!
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Teen FictionNia-Ree Allen, a 27 yr. old Gal owns a bar and is a successful lawyer and writer, artist, gardener and archer. The bar is losing customers because the bartenders are just her 2 bland cousins, working for her. So, she searches for some spirit in a bo...