"Ever! Hurry up with those beers, I wanna open soon." I heard my boss shout at me as I hurried up the stairs as fast as I could, as I carried the final case of beers I had to bring up to the bar. It was almost noon and Mr. Larson wanted to get ready to open for business. Mr. Larson was a heavy set man with very pinkish skin and dark grey hair. He always looked like he spent a lot of time putting his outfits for the day. His clothes were always very expensive looking and extremely flashy for the 57 year old man. He always wore a big silver watch and a reasonably sized pinkie ring. Today, his artier consisted of his normal accessorizes and very flashy deep purple three piece suit.
"I'm here Mr. Larson." I said setting the case of beer down on the bar, unpacking the bottles from the crate and putting them in the refrigerator under the bar. Not many people came at noon, but after we were open for about an hour, the bar would normally be packed with people by 2 pm.
"Good, hurry with puttin' those away. We need 'em cold for the customers." He said as he walked over to the doors, opening them. My other co-workers were putting down more chairs and tables and turning on the lights on the upstairs balcony, as well as all the lights in the building.
"Look alive everyone! I'm not payin' ya to stand around like lost puppies!" Mr. Larson yelled at us. He didn't really have to yell, their weren't many of us working at the bar today. On a normal day, there would be at least 10 or 13 of us, not including the people who worked in the kitchen, but today it was only 7. Three bartenders, one of them being me and 2 waiters and 2 waitresses.
I quickly finished up putting away the bottles of beer and started to get ready to make drinks. This job slowly became second nature to me once I started working here. After Miss Karmin passed, I spent a lot of time taking as many shifts as I possibly could, to avoid being in the house alone. Even 6 years after her passing, it still feels weird being alone in that house. I still cant believe that she left me everything. Then again, she told me she many times that her grandchildren stopped visiting her once they hit their 20s. It was almost like they forgot she even existed. I remember writing to all 5 of them after she passed. Not one of them replied, and the one who came, didn't stay for the whole ceremony, claiming he had somewhere else to be.
People have always been a mystery to me. Especially the people who came through the bar. The people who sat at the bar were different from the ones who sat at the tables on the main floor, and they were different from the people who sat at the tables on the balcony. It was always interesting to see the different people who came through here.
"Ever! Stop daydreamin' and get some work done!" Mr. Larson yelled, knocking me out of my thoughts. I didn't even realize that there were already a few people at tables and 4 guys at the bar. "Sorry sir." I said as I walked to the right side of the bar to take a man's order. The guy had to be no older than 45, but the worry in his face and the bags under his eyes made him look older. His dark brown hair was a mess and he looked like he hadn't shaved in days and his suit was all. His pale skin looked almost dirty, like showers were foreign to him.
"Hello sir, what can I get ya?" I asked with a smile.
"Just beer, nothing crazy. The cheaper the better, cash is a little tight." He mumbled, keeping his eyes looking down at the bar.
"No problem sir." I said as I walked over to one of the fridges tucked in under the bar to get a bottle. I grabbed the bottle and walked back over to him and put the bottle on the counter in front of him. He slide me a 5 dollar bill, kind of slow and weird, but I guess he was probably just tired.
"Thanks." I said as I put the money in the register. All the 12 customers in the bar seemed to be content at the moment so it gave me and the other two bartenders time to set up some glass in line on the counter. It was only 12:30 but I rather be prepared for later, than run around like I have my head cut off.
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What Eyes Can Hear (Nicolas Brown)
Fanfiction*Slight Editing in Progress/Hiatus* Her parents were killed when she was four, her brother disappeared when she was fourteen, and her guardian passed away when she was eighteen. Ever's life has never been perfect, in fact, life for this twenty-four...
