Drunk

Four bottles of beer on the wall

"Is it bad that I have gotten used to having hangovers? It doesn't even hurt anymore. It only slightly stings." I say, fixing my work hat over my brunette hair. After the whole Sam thing, Ronnie and I decided it would be best if I finally got a job. Actually Ronnie threatened to call my mother if I get so I would rather lose all dignity then face an angry mama Green. Unfortunately, the only job open on such short notice was the McDonalds' job. So for the last week I have been spitting in my ex-boss's coffee every time he shows up.

"Another reason why you are an alcoholic. I don't even think my grandfather was this bad and he died from liver failure." Ronnie says, matter-of-factly. She was making breakfast even though it was a quarter till noon. Sleeping in was a perk of having a night time job.

"I'm not an alcoholic, thank you very much. I just drink when I have nothing else to do." I explain, even though it doesn't help my case at all. She smirks at me before walking to her room. I've never actually been in her room since we moved in and I'm afraid of what's in there.

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"Two coffees and hurry. I have a job to get back to." A snarky bitch I used to work orders. I have 1 hour left before closing time and I haven't killed anyone yet. But this bitch is pushing my buttons.

"Of course, coming right up." I mutter, walking towards the coffee machine. I hate her with all my heart. She comes here every day, close to closing time and I want to put her head in the milkshake machine. I laugh at the thought of it. She would be all milky and shaky. Ha.

"She seems like a bitch." A voice drags me from my thoughts, startling me in the process. I turn around to find my coworker, Mickey. He is about a foot taller than me and has a face of an angel. We haven't talked much but he hasn't told the boss about that time he caught me with a half-empty bottle of whiskey so I guess we're friends.

"She is. I used to work with her and she is horrible." I say, quietly, even though I know she can't hear me.

"Oh so she is a stuck-up rich bitch, got it." (((No offense if work in a bank lol))) He smirks, handing me a lid for the coffees. I laugh and nod. God, he is perfect.

"Here's your coffee. That will be two fifty." I say, grabbing her money.

"Keep the change." She smirks once again before strutting her way out of the restaurant.

"I hate it when people say that. 'Keep the change.' Like no, I don't want your pity money. We're in McDonalds for god's sake. Pay exact change." Mickey states, huffing at the end. I turn around, raising my eyebrows at this boy with a big opinion over extra money.

"Exactly, we are in McDonalds'. We need the extra money." I reply, confused on why he was so annoyed by this. I understand no one is proud to work here but still.

"I just don't like it." He huffs, crossing his arms over chest and leaning against the counter next to him. He stares at the ground by his feet while stare at him like a fucking creep. He was literally gorgeous. He had a cute little nose, brown eyes, and his lips were in a permanent pout. He could be a model but yet he works at McDonalds'.

"You should be a model." I blurt out without thinking. My eyes widen and my head snaps to the machines in front of me. Oh my god, I'm so awkward. He chuckles before nudging my arm. I look over at him and he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue. I giggle as he tries to make things less awkward.

"Thank you but I wouldn't be a great model." He says, shaking his head. What the hell?

"Shut up." I say, pushing his shoulder lightly. Modest bastard.

"I wouldn't, I'm serious!" He laughs, before continuing. "I get nervous around pretty girls." He mumbles, almost embarrassed.

"Oh, really?" I smirk. He doesn't get nervous, that little shit. I've seen him talk three girls up today that I would sell my soul to look like.

"Yea, that's why I get so nervous around you." He says, moving closer to me. Ronnie is not going to believe this. He's lying, he seems fine around me I've never seen him act awkward at all.

"Okay, now I know you're lying. I'm not pretty." I mumble the last part, hiding behind my hair.

"Oh yea? If you weren't pretty then why would I ask you to go on a date with me Saturday?" He raises his eyebrows, giving me a hopeful smile. I blush, hiding even father in my hair.

"Sure, I mean why not?" I say. I don't believe any of this and I'm going to wake up by the annoying sound of alarm clock and have to do this day all over again. I just know it.

"Get I'll text you, yea?" He smiles, walking towards the door.

"Yea, sure." I say, still standing awkwardly behind the counter.

He smiles once again before walking out the door and to his car. I started to make my way to the door but then I realize something. That little shit left me to clean up on my own. But he's cute, I'll let it slide.

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"Are you fucking with me?" Ronnie yells as her eyes widen.

After I cleaned the restaurant, on my own, I came home in rush to tell Ronnie the news. I know I shouldn't be this excited. I mean it was only a date with a gorgeous boy who thinks I'm pretty and hasn't told my boss about my drinking incident. Okay, I'm really excited.

"You are such a lucky shit. I hate you." Ronnie says, throwing a cold fry at me. One of the perks of working at a restaurant is that you get to take home leftovers. And a since Mickey didn't take any food, we were basically feasting on cold fries and soggy hamburgers.

"I mean, I know." I say, smugly. I still can't believe this and even asked a homeless man that lives outside our building to pinch me. Of course, he tried to take my jackets but still, I'm not dreaming. I'm just so surprised this happened to me. I mean I'm not anything special. I live in a shitty apartment with a stripper roommate and I work at McDonalds'. Um, hell yea.

"Yo, Ms. I-get-cute-boys-at-work, you're daydreaming." She says, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Listen, I'm going to bed, don't eat all the fries. Don't get drunk. Goodnight." She says, walking towards her room.

"How can I get drunk when I'm already drunk on love?" I call out, giggling and grinning like a little girl.

"Bye." She closes her door, rolling her eyes at me, leaving me to wonder what Saturday's adventures will hold.

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Mickey's adorable tbh

xxx Addison