He was spiraling and she saved him but he was worried that she'd give away his business for 10 seconds of clout.
His trust was bruised, a side affect to fame.
She was understanding but he didn't care.
❗️WARNING: Topics of death, suicidal thoughts...
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It was late, exactly 1:00am and I was getting ready to leave work. It wasn't that late but it felt late to me because I was fucking excused from waiting tables and making drinks and arguing with drunk people that got cut off. This joint is popular too, we get all types of celebrities coming through so the work is 10 times harder because the expectations are higher and a concert recently happened and this is where the after party was. I didn't know who because my boss didn't fill me in with those specifics. He just gave a vague ass heads up for a busy night and that it was.
I stood in front of the bright, typical, neon back lit bar and I wiped it down for the next person who was gonna come finish off for the night which was only a few more hours, lucky bitch. I was clocking out on time, I wasn't staying no later than I had to, I'm exhausted and I need to get home ASAP. I was preparing to leave then I forgot that I gotta give my boss a heads up before I dip because I'd rather not hear his bitching and complaining the following night.
"Shit, I need to tell Taro that I'm leaving" I said aloud to myself as I was in the back where the employees store their things and I put my coat on and grabbed my purse. I walked up to this girl named Elle who works with me at the bar but was staying behind. She was cool, she was a bottle blonde but she always had my back when I needed my shift covered and vice versus. We kick it outside of work too but just as a casual co-worker thing, she's not my best friend but we are real close when we're at work and we tell each other everything funny that happens on the job.
"Hey, you seen Taro?"
"I think he might be on the rooftop puffing a cig" she said and rolled her eyes playfully and I smiled and thanked her.
I shimmied through crowds of people who were grinding on each other to a fast pace song at this typically overrated LA club to make my way to the entrance of the rooftop that was employees only at the moment until we finish the construction of a patio area.
Why work here if I find it so stereotypical? Well 'cause I need to pay the bills now and this job pays real good due to the celebrity appearances. Until I get my psychology degree or until Taro's bitch ass has enough of me, here I stand. Serving Kylie Jenner wannabes and rappers that just blew up from SoundCloud.
