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Chapter 23 — Trouble
As loud as the boom of the music goes, and as loud as the people bickering from playing poker either because they won or lost, the sleepiness was digging deep on you.
You almost forgot that this bar opens until six in the morning. Thank the heavens it was a Friday, because if it was a school night, you'd be left with less than four hours of sleep because your classes start at ten.
Actually, you're already lucky to have classes start at ten.
Your phone from your pocket suddenly vibrated and you popped your eyes opened.
Yoongi
sleepy, babe?
Your eyes squinted at the text before you lift your head up to the direction of Yoongi's office. He stood there outside the door, leaning casually on the wall as he looked at you with a smirk.
He should really stop calling you names.
You frowned and tossed him the middle finger before you stood up and went to the sink by the far left of the counter to rub your eyes with water. You hoped that will keep you awake for a couple more hours.
"A margarita please." A man in his 30s said to you after sitting down on one of the stools.
"Coming right up." You said.
The box of ingredients—as you liked to call it—was the first thing you grabbed and you looked for a certain card that says Margarita.
You followed what it said, rubbing the rim of the glass with kosher salt and lime before putting a fair amount of ice on the glass. You poured the measurements of tequila, fresh lime juice, and sweetened lime into it as well and you stirred it, wrapping up your first ever drink to be served in the bar.
"Is there anything you'd like to add on your drink, sir?" You asked. Maybe he preferred a personal taste.
"Your number." He said and stared you down. "And
you."
"Huh?"
You took a step back, feeling uncomfortable at his eyes roaming around your well-clothed body. The number thing was fine, but is it normal to be eyed like this in this kind of place?
The man leaned on the counter, enough to reach for your arm and touch you fluidly. "Want to get tapped tonight, babe?"
"I'm Sorry?" You pulled your arm away and denied his request in hopes for him to cut down with the flirty act but the man only brings his face into a knot when you turned him down.
"Bitch." he muttered.
You slid the finished Margarita to the man but he pushed it away, causing a scene. "I don't want that. And I'm not paying for it either."
You thought the man was overreacting on such a mere thing. He was drunk and out of his mind, or maybe he just never had a woman to reject him.
