The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 12

The next day at work was no better than the night before. I had only been there half an hour before I regretted not calling in sick and spending Liam's last day in bed like he'd wanted.

The other bartenders had heard about what had happened the night before and were all bitching about cleaning the mess up. Mr. Kennedy made his planned appearance around dinner and Claire was nothing short of kissing his ass to keep her job; she'd spent a majority of the afternoon before he arrived whispering to the other bartenders and giving me dirty looks and I was getting sick and tired of it.

She had come into work at three o'clock with a tensor bandage around her ankle and her wrist wrapped in gauze. I just snorted shaking my head when the other bartenders looked so concerned asking her what had happened. Shockingly enough she was able to walk in her six inch heels with a sprained ankle though. I had half a mind to actually break it, and really give her something to whine about.

Mr. Kennedy came up behind me as I was stocking one of the fridges. "Lyla, can I have a word?"

I stood up with a sigh wiping my hands on my skirt. "Yeah?"

He motioned for me to sit at one of the tables as he sat across from me. I sat just looking at him.

"Tell me why I should keep you on over Claire"

I blinked. "You're joking right?"

He shook his head. "I rarely joke Miss Thomas"

I nodded. "Well, for starters she hasn't done a thing since her shift started today, besides tell the other bartenders I'm a bitch who should be fired"

He nodded. "They've heard about the incident"

I nodded again. "Because that stupid bitch can't keep her mouth shut."

"There's no need for foul language." He shook his head at me.

"I've got more professionalism that she does". I sighed. "That's for damn sure"

"How's that?"

I raised my eyebrows and blinked a few times. "How much time do you have?" I asked I shook my head not waiting for an answer. "I don't lean across the bar with my fucking tits hanging out to sell drinks," I rolled my eyes as she walked by. "And I sure as hell don't do it to a guy I know has a girlfriend"

He nodded completely uninterested in what I was saying.

I sighed. "I'm not going to kiss your ass Mr. Kennedy, if you don't want to fire me then great if you do, so be it." I thought for a second. "Actually you know what, I'll make your job easier, I quit."

"Pardon me?" He asked

I nodded standing up from the table. "I'm sick and tired of not being appreciated for what I do. I'm sick and tired of having my ass pinched a hundred times a night by men, who aren't my boyfriend, I'm not going to use my body to sell drinks so you make a profit. If she wants to be a slut" I nodded towards Claire "That's fine, but I'm done."

I walked over behind the bar collecting my purse and sunglasses before I walked by Claire and everyone else. "Have a nice life, bitch"

I walked outside and it was already dark. I sighed, the one time I wish Liam was here he wasn't, he was probably already in bed sleeping.

I thought hard about just going to Noel's and crashing on his couch, but he was probably already asleep too. I thought even harder about going back into the bar and begging for my job back. I decided against it and got on the bus back home.

When I got back to the flat it was dark. I smiled when I saw the outside light on. I went inside turning off the porch light and taking my shoes off. I noticed Liam's suitcase sitting by the door. I sighed walking into the kitchen setting my purse on the counter. I sat at the table wiping away the tears that had started to fall. I looked up noticing my portfolio sitting on the end table in the living room. I frowned looking around realising the other boxes I'd brought were gone too. Liam had unpacked my stuff. I got up from the table opening the fridge; it was packed with food along with the cupboards.