As I approached the old brick-wall building, the atrocious smell of the immensely colossal disposal garbage bin that was at the side of the bar blew beneath my nostrils as numerous insects vigorously fought there way through every bit of unfinished aliment to have a taste of everything they came across. I shuddered and slide open the door and made my way through. I encountered upon a com-mixed environment where everyone was just doing whatever they gratified, the walls were filled with graffiti and the floor was filled with spilled liquor and broken glass as if World War III just erupted in there. As I made my way to the counter I ran into two burly guys who apprehended me by my arm comporting very angrily and truculent, I expeditiously screamed for avail when a classy girl from the other terminus of the counter howled to the giant guys to relinquish me. I picked up my bag and made my way to her, showed my gratitude and got to work.
I took turns with another bartender in ascertaining our guests were gratified with whatever liquor cull they wanted. Just as I was returning to the counter a drunk, pileous dude ran right into me and spilled all his liquor on my dress; "Holy shit, watch where you going dude that's my only outfit" was all could've relinquished out of my mouth. I grabbed my bag and headed to the restroom and ran to the sink, just as I cerebrated my night couldn't have ended any worst there wasn't any water in the restroom. "Which restroom doesn't have water, what the heck should the guest do if they have a crisis transpiring".
Storming out I yelled at the bartender to let her know I have ended my shift a little earlier and headed right through the door. A cab was at the cessation nearby and as I entered the rain commenced pouring down. As I ran up the stairs to my dormitory my mouth drooled with water as I could smell the smoky barbecue chicken my roommate was preparing. I opened the door and rushed to the kitchen to greet her when an exasperation feeling came over me and tears ran down my face furiously as I shouted: " What the hell is going on here".
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The Imposing Wedding
RomanceShannon was a mixologist at a bar in the vicinity of New Jersey. Her job was quiet exhausting until one night all her nightmares becomes the design for greatness to her fairytale life.
