The Best of Our Lives

Boomerang

It's been three years and life has changed, a lot. Scarlet and I no longer talk to each other, I've been a bartender since we moved here, which I have LOVED, and I just recently bought my own house... Life is going great and stays looking up.

My place is in Glendale, which is near my place of work in LA, sure I have to drive and traffic is shitty, but it's alright. I wouldn't trade bartending in a LA nightclub for anything. All the band members, actors, and public figures I talk with, on the daily, make it worth it. Matter-a-fact, I found out about the place I just bought from the lead singer from The Summer Set, Brian Logan Dales. He's a great dude.

I pull up to work and go around back to park, getting out, I grab my ID, place it around my neck, lock my car door, and I head inside through the back door. There's lockers that we put our personal belongings in, I place my keys in the one labeled "Scar". Looking in a full body mirror next to the door I pull slightly on my red crop top and look over my torn, black skinny jeans that I've put fishnets under. Tonight's going to be a good night.

Slowly I head down the hall and the sound of overpowering music bumps through my chest more and more. I walk through one more door and I'm in, walking behind the bar. We just opened, so it's a little slow, just a bunch of "faceless nobodies" one of my coworkers likes to call them. Cat calls and things don't seem to phase me anymore, and I see famous people so much that I hardly ever get starstruck anymore. I see a familiar face walking across the room with a big smile, "You didn't answer my FaceTime, so I figured you were working tonight," he explains, his husky voice barely audible over the music. "Yeah," I shrug and laugh off. " Where's Juliet?" I look at him questioningly, offering a drink, he accepts. "Working." He says simply and laughs off, I didn't pry anymore, he doesn't seem like he's in a good mood. Andy has been the nicest person to me since I started working in this bar and we've become pretty good friends. "How are the guys? I miss them." I ask as I shake, mix, and pour more drinks, people starting to show up. "They're all doing their own things at the moment, they don't know that I'm here, but I just wanted to come check in on you after all that shit with Violet." I just nod, halfway scoffing at her name. " I haven't talked to her since she tried to get me arrested for her attempting to assault me." I laugh at the memory, "Like, how do you sleep with the person I'm talking to, get drunk, and then attempt to punch me? And on top of that, she called the cops for literally nothing that I even did." I shake my head serving more drinks. "I don't know man, but she honestly bonkers, even CC and Ash thought so... That says a lot." "Definitely." We just go on talking as more familiar faces start to fill the stools at the bar. Andy ends up leaving after a while of not drinking anything but water and soon enough, it's 3am and closing time.
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So, hey guys! I decided to try this book writing thing again and I know it's going to be garbage, but stick with me please.;) Anyways, I'm going to try to update at least once, maybe twice a week. I love you guys! Don't forget to vote and comment!
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