"Lorelai, get your fucking ass over here and help me!" My boss, Paula yelled from the other end of the closed bar.
"I'm coming, fuck, you don't have to get your fucking panties in a twist." I yelled back to her.As I was walking over to her I could see the 10 boxes of alcohol that she wanted moved from the back to behind the bar.
I really hate moving the boxers of liquor, they get really fucking heavy after you move just one box.But I guess that is the job.
"Thanks." Paula said to me as we placed the last box on the ground behind the bar.
That didn't take us as long as it normally does, it only took about 20 minutes to move the 10 boxes.
I sat down on one of the stools at the end of the bar, while Paula was standing behind the counter looking for something, I don't know what and I don't really care.
"Want one?" She pulled out a bottle of what I think is vodka and sat it down in front of her, she looked at me waiting for an answer.
"Do you even have to ask?" My tone came out more harsh then intended.
She pulled out two glasses, sat them out on the counter and went down to the other end of the bar and got ....
She placed the glass down in front of me and I nodded to her and she brought her drink up to her mouth and had a long sip. I looked down into the glass, I could see a bit of myself in the drink.
Every time I drink I feel the pain going away again and it's nice. It's nice to not have to feel every inch of your past and well, present try to catch up with you.
It's like this drink is me slowly fading away, slowly and bitterly fading away.
"So... is anything new in your life? Or even old that you want to tell me?" I rolled my eyes as soon as she asked me a question. Why do people have to ask so many fucking questions, when they know I won't answer.
"No." I took a drink of the Vodka. It tastes good, in more ways than one. As I feel the ice cold liquid going down my throat, it slowly helps to rid me of my problems.
With this in my system I forget. I forget about my life and live with the drink in hand and what comes next, but I know that what comes next is the pain all over again, it will come back because I will eventually sober up and that is what I hate the most. This is the only thing keeping me sane (ish) and still breathing, drinking in the middle of a closed bar with my boss, I guess the job does have its perks."Come on tell me something? Anything? Why don't you ever talk about yourself?" She's pissing me off now, I don't want to talk why doesn't she see that. "Give me something!" She whines.
"There's nothing to fucking tell! Now DROP IT!" I raised my voice a bit so she would get the point. I took another sip of my drink and sat it back down on the counter. She looks a bit taken back but then pulls a straight face and lifts her hands in the air for serene and says "Okay, okay I get it calm down."
I roll my eyes at her again, "Can I go now?"
"Yeah sure, but I need you back here at 4..." She said and I took the last sip of my drink and put it back on the counter. "Okay?" She asked in the most sarcastic way possible as she was looking me right in the eyes. I just nod and made my way to the door.
"Oh, and Lor?" She yelled just as I had my hand on the door knob.
I turned around to look at her, she had our drinks in her hand, I guess to clean them.
"Ruby's working tonight too and I need you to play nice, okay?" There is that condescending tone again. I swear she thinks she's my mother sometimes.
"I'll try but I make no promises." She rolls her eyes at me and puts a hand on her hip.
"At least try to be nice," she sighed, "she is a good person and for some unknown reason she likes you but the reason for that is beyond me." She said smirking, laughing and waving her hands in the air.
"I'll try but you know how she can be. I'll see you at 4." And with that I left.
I started to walk around the back to my car.
I really don't want to deal with Ruby's bullshit and stupid boyfriend problems tonight. She is a nice person I guess but she is well, very annoying at times, she's always too fucking happy and it's annoying. Ruby is one of those people you can only stand to be around for like, half an hour but after that you have to stop yourself from doing something fucking crazy to her.
She is the one to tell me where the parties are, and I'll go with or without her, it's nice to go drink, take things you shouldn't and sleep with people you just met, it's the best escape from reality and plus the sex is always great.
As I turn around the corner I saw my shitty little car. Which is a piece of crap that takes about five to ten minutes to start. I climbed in to the drivers seat and tried about seven times before it started, then I was on the road again.
I hate driving in the city there is always so many traffic lights and cars and well, just people.
After the 20 minute drive back to my house, I walk up to my apartment door and was looking through my bag for the keys.
"Oh fuck. You've got to be kidding me." I lost my fucking house keys. Can my life get any worse right now.Ugh fuck this, I'm going somewhere. But I have no clue where to go. I don't really have any friends.
I grabbed my phone out of my bag and started to go throw my contacts and one name came up. That I can stand to talk to.
Michael
He has the spare key to my house and I have a few hours to kill.
I quickly dialled his number...
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Ok so sorry that it sucks I really couldn't think of anything to write for the 1st couple of chapters.So yeah sorry again.
The person I picture for Lorelai is Ashey Benson
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