Warm Water // Cro

2. Drinks

"Cara! Don't you see all these damn costumers? Hurry the fuck up with those drinks!", My boss yelled at me, saying my name completly wrong.

"I'm on it! Can't you see I am busy also.", I yelled back at him. "Prick", I said under my breath.

Honestly I bust my ass more than any other freaking bartender and he still gets on my case.

"Hallo, pretty girl.", a man says to me. "How about a drink for me and my friend. Some scotch, make it quick."

Asshole. Make it quick. How about I throw all the scotch on you. Maybe thats quick enough.

I got the scotch put a couple of ice on there and poured it in the glasses.

Through all the night all I got was the occasional nice costumer and then the cocky one. Who asked me for my number and when I am getting off. I would never in a million years go out with someone I meet in this shit hole.

My shift was going to end in an hour, I have made about $500 dollars in tips. Even more than I make on the week days since it is the weekend. The music is loud and blasting through out all the club. Its Berlin, famous people come in here and expect to have an amazing time. Of course the best music would be playing here.

I was cleaning glasses, whipping them with a towel to get that shiny feel of them

"Clara, the boss wants you in the VIP room attending their drinks.", My co-worker Dras said to me.

"Can't the bimbo do it. She loves the attention.", I argued with him.

"The bimbo disrespected one of the guys up there and they asked for somebody else.", He said to me.

"Fucking bitch always ruining it for the rest of us. Remember last week? She spilled a drink on one of the famous guys girlfriend and the boss didn't even punish her. All because shes sucking his dick.", I said expressing my feelings to Dras. It isn't like I'm lying. She is trouble, they should put a big fucking 'FUCK ME' or 'ATTENTION SEEKING' sign right in back of her. Very straight forward.

"I know, I know. But she gets her way, just do your job. Hurry because hes in a shitty fucking mood. I don't want to get in trouble so go.", He said and took the glass I was cleaning.

I took off the apron and made my way to the upstairs of the club. I was wearing a mid thigh black dress with short sleeves. The top was covered with leather material. It was striped but it was a black see through material on small parts of it.  I had my heels that strapped on to my ankle.  My cleevage wasn't showing like my bimbo co-worker.

I made it to the top and my boss was working behind the bar. He took one glance at me and gave me those devil eyes. Like saying 'hurry the fuck up and work this damn bar.' Dick.

I went to the bar and he gave me that speech like. Treat the customers right, don't disrespect them. Good girl. Do I look like a dog? I think not.

"Another round of drinks over here! Whiskey!", Said a man he had a group of friends surrounding him. Important people I bet because they had some nice clothes on. With beautiful woman by their side.

I mentally counted the amount of people by them an served their drinks on a sort of platter so I can take it to them.

I went up to them and set down the platter. They all took their drinks and I took the platter. The feeling of people looking at you doesn't get old. You can always feel eyes burning at the side of your face.

I went back to the bar and cleaning up behind there. I saw that other people had left behind a mess and went to go clean it up. Grabbing the drinks and putting them in a container where the dirty glasses went.

I jumped when I heard a bunch of the guys that I had just served drinks to, holler at someone who had arrived. I went back to cleaning and taking them to the guy who cleans the glasses. He was a really nice guy, a sweet heart.

I made my way back to the bar. I was organizing the drinks because I saw that I had about twenty minutes left in my shift. If I clean up my area I get to leave this place and take a nice hot shower.

"Can you get me a whiskey, please.", I hear a man say. Didn't even bother looking at his face, just grabbed a glass and put ice and poured the drink. When I went to give him his drink, thats when I saw his face. "No fucking way."

"Ah, you're None of your fucking buisness.", He said smiling at me. His eyes and his mouth all I could see because his panda mask was covering it. "I didn't know you worked here.", he said with his surprisingly good English.

"I don't give out my personal information to people that are going to mug me.", I said smiling at him.

"Ah, sassy as always,", He said winking at me. Oh god no. "So whats your name?"

"I'm not going to tell you.", I said to him.

"Okay I can just ask your boss either way.", He said smirking at me.

I sighed. To tired to argue with him.

"Clara, my name is Clara.", I said to him getting back to cleaning my area.

"Ah, pretty name for a pretty girl.", He said to me, taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh god, please don't.", I said to him. "I think I'm gonna puke if you keep horribly flirting with me."

"Its like that I see.", He says grabbing his drink.

"Yeah it is.", I said cleaning the last glass and checking the time. I'm done. "Nice meeting you Stranger. But I have to go."

"My name is Carlo.", He said smiling at me.

"Cool cool.", I said not really caring.

"How about we get drinks some day.", Carlo said trying to engage a conversation. He should give up.

"Oh Carlo, just give up. I'm not going to date you, not going to have sex with you. So drop it.", I said with my most straight forward and honest face.

"Whoa Clara. I don't want to date or fuck you. Not everything I do is because I want to get in your bed. How about we just leave it at that huh? Yah.", He said walking away and going with his friends.

shit.