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bartender - [g]

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~ summary: a cute guy at the bar you work at gets drugged and you feel obligated to help him. ~

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"I'll take another margarita, doll," the man droned, sliding you a ten dollar bill with a crooked grin.

You took the money with a tight-lipped smile before going to mix him his last alcoholic drink before you were no longer allowed to serve his close-to-drunk ass.

You slid the glass across the table and the man took it with a wink, to which you swallowed the vomit that came up.

You checked the time on your phone and sighed. Your shift didn't end for another hour and you weren't sure how much more of the strobe lights and pumping music your head could take.

You looked around at the sum of people, some dancing on the dance floor, some taking shots at the far end of the bar, and some eating at the tables conveniently placed away from the rowdy party animals. The club was new so it was pretty busy. The amazing DJ and the delicious drinks had the small town talking a lot about the place.

Your eyes landed on the entrance where four insanely attractive guys strolled in and came right up to the bar.

You became oddly nervous and this job never made you feel like that no matter how many times hot guys came for drinks. This time felt different.

You immediately went to get napkins from the back and placed them in front of the guys. They all started nudging each other which made your face heat up.

"What can I get you guys?" you asked as you placed a bunch of glasses on the table for when you would start making their drinks.

"Are you available?" one of them asked, causing the others to snicker and push him around.

All except one. He was looking intently at the drink menu and you smirked a little when he rolled his eyes at his friend's cocky remark.

You ignored the guy's attempt at flirting with you and tapped your fingernails on the shiny counter, raising your eyebrow.

"Fine, fine," he said, getting the message that you weren't here to play games. "I'll have a gin and tonic."

"Great," you said with a sarcastic smile before moving on to take drink orders from the others.

The last one you asked was the one who rolled his eyes. When he looked up from the menu to make eye contact with you, you suddenly noticed how cute he was. Hazel eyes, fluffy hair, really nice build. He was definitely the hottest among his friends. Just to piss off his jerk of a friend, you decided to flirt a little.

"And what can I get you, hotness?" you asked, making the others howl and bitch at the one you rejected.

"I'll have a Tom Collins," he said with a smirk.

You nodded and made all the guys' drinks in a flash, setting them on the napkins you gave them earlier. They chatted and downed the alcohol as you took other orders and mixed a lot of cocktails.

After the guys abandoned their empty glasses, you looked over at the dance floor and noticed the group jumping around to the popular song blasting through the speakers.

As you continued making drinks, your eyes kept wandering over in their direction, looking at the cute guy for only a moment before tearing your eyes away as to not make anyone at the bar suspicious.

You were cleaning off some dishes in the sink when someone came and sat right in front of you at the bar. You looked up, mentally prepared to take their order when your eyes were met with those of the cute guy from earlier.