Grethan one shots discontinued*

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Ethan noticed Grayson wasn't acting like himself. He wasn't bubbly and happy.

"Hey gray, you good man?" He asked a daydreaming Grayson.

Grayson's head shot towards Ethan and nodded. Ethan knew he wasn't okay but he just went along with it and he'll confront Grayson about it later.

"Alright, we gotta get dressed and to the bar for your first shift and my first one back" Ethan smiled clapping his hands together. Grayson clenched his jaw not ready for this job. However, he swallowed it back and nodded.

"White button down and black tie" Ethan said buttoning the buttoned down shirt he chose. Grayson nodded getting his clothing he had to wear and putting it on.

When he was done he walked into the living room.

"Pshhh looking snazzy" Ethan joked.

Grayson chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Come on lets just go" he said Ethan following behind. They both got in the car and drove to the bar.

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It wasn't crowded yet but Ethan knew it was the calm before the storm.

They both walked to the bar part.

"Alright, since you're not used to it, just serve them the normal drinks, you know, if they ask for shots, whiskey, or just some wine give em that." He explained. "If they want a specific order, me and the other baristas got it covered" he smiled and Grayson nodded. Soon, a pale boy walked in.

"Well well Well who do we have here" the guy said causing Ethan and Grayson to turn around.

"Aaron!" Ethan said high fiving him. "What's up man" he smiled enthusiastically.

"Nothin haven't seen y'all since New Years" he smiled remembering how stressed Ethan was planning the whole thing out.

"How yah doin Grayson" he shot a smile at Grayson. Grayson just smiled and nodded

"good" he said almost inaudibly.

Aaron made a face towards Ethan who was just staring at Grayson in sympathy.

"Alright well, let's get to it" Aaron said going behind the counter.

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It was now around eleven, the bar was now filled people drunk grinding on each other, others smoking, and others playing poker with their own chips and cards.

Grayson was more than stressed. He knew he was doing the easy part, all he had to do was just pour alcohol into a cup. Ethan and Aaron were doing the hard part. They had to mix all types of drinks and flavorings which made Grayson not want to complain.

"Vodka, two shots" a man said sitting on the bar stool. Grayson nodded not saying a word grabbing the vodka off the shelf and pouring it into two shot glasses. He slid the two drinks towards the man who seemed to be a bit older than Grayson. Grayson watched as the man took the shot chugging it down. Hissing as the alcoholic drink flooded his throat.

"How you doin cutie?" The man asked. Grayson rolled his eyes and walked next to Ethan trying not to be next to the man.

All night he's been cat called. A man even tried leaning in. Ethan was obviously too busy with customers to be realizing what was happening with Grayson.

Soon, the man left and Grayson went back to his original post. However, a blonde bimbo replaced the mans spot. Grayson looked at her waiting for what type of bullshit will come out of her mouth.