There's No Place Like Home

Working At The Whiskey

Jordan's POV:

I flash open my eyes. I look at the clock and see it's 9:00 in the morning. I hated waking up early. At least 9 for me is early.

I get up and head out the door. I look for the closest clothing store and raid it. With my couple hundred bucks, I managed to save another hundred for four more nights at the hotel and the rest on clothes and food. I forgot that things costed a little bit less than in the year 2020.

"That'll be $52.56." The lady popped her gum as she finished ringing up my clothes. I got a sweatshirt, some pants and shirts. Some heels and makeup. And what the hell is the 80s without hairspray??

I tell her thank you and head to the hotel. I'm still in awe at what I'm experiencing. It's so surreal. Maybe it's all a dream?

By the time I got back to the hotel, it was around 5:30. I knew around 7 is when the partying started. So why not go party?

I take a deep breath and grab my makeup."Okay Jord. Let's do this."

I forget that I can't blast my music on my phone whilst getting ready. I get instantly bummed. It motivated me. Blasting Mötley Crüe and KISS was something I do. It was apart of who I am.

I tease the fuck out of my hair but still look approachable. My makeup is gorgeous. At least it's blended. I put on a white shirt, my jeans that hug my figure nicely, and the heels. I stiffen up my hair once more before heading out the door.

The streets are alive with sound. Music everywhere and people yelling and screaming. Some laughing, some drunk girls crying. All is well.

I take a deep breath before heading back into the Whiskey. The man from yesterday looks at me and begins to walk towards me.

"Uh uh. Nope."

"Look asshole. I don't wanna be here either..." I lie. "But I was tripping hella yesterday and wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry if I impacted your business in any way."

His face softened. "It's okay. We get worse in here. I was just really stressed because Mötley Crüe was supposed to come and play but they didn't so I had to find someone else to fill in."

My heart skips a beat. I totally forgot that Mötley fucking Crüe roams these streets and clubs. Something I'm prepared for.

"Oh my god! The Crüe was supposed to play here?!" I gasp.

"Yep." He nods. "But they're assholes. Apparently the lead singer didn't feel like it." He mocked Vince Neil.

I started to laugh. "I'm Jordan by the way."

"I'm Hank. Owner of the Whiskey." He shakes my hand.

"This may be a little forward but do you have any opening positions? I'm really looking for a job. And I promise I'll never step foot in here again high as I was yesterday." I plead.

Hank thinks it over tapping his foot. "Alright. I'll let you waitress here. You a quick learner? We need some people tonight."

"Yes! Of course!" I get excited. I'm working at the fucking Whiskey.

"Good. This is Sarah. She's your manager. And over there is Adrianna and Sabrina is the blonde." Hank points at his employees. "Also, the dude over there, his name is Duff."

I nod my head in understanding.

"Hey I'm Sarah. What's your name?" Sarah asked me.

"Jordan." I smile.

Sarah was a pretty girl. She was a brunette with green eyes. Very nice. Very skinny. Taller than I am. Adrianna was also a brunette with brown eyes and freckles. She was shorter than me and came off a little rude until I got talking to her. Sabrina was a bitch to me. As Hank pointed out, she was blonde and blue eyed. She had fake tits and a horrible tan.

Total Daddy's girl. I thought as she attempted to scare me with war stories about working here. It got so annoying that even Sarah told her to float somewhere. I could tell that Sarah and I were going to be good friends. Same with Adrianna and I. Except for Sabrina, both girls were very welcoming to me. Joking around with me and laughing. Something I've loved doing with people.

"Okay okay okay. Who would you rather fuck...Nikki Sixx or Stephen Pearcy?" Adrianna asked as she wiped the counters of the bar.

"Uhhh Nikki Sixx." I laugh. Truth is. Even when I was in 2020, I had a HUGE thing for Nikki Sixx. He was and forever will be my celebrity crush. My hero.

"Really? I would so do Pearcy." Sarah cackled.

"Well that's because you like guys who look and act like chicks." Adrianna stuck her tongue out.

"Oh! Shut up!" Sarah hit her shoulder playfully.

I began laughing when I heard the front doors chime.

"I'm sorry but we're not open until-"

"Hello, I'm Doc McGhee. I was wondering what y'all want us to do with the extra speakers we have."

My mouth dropped. Doc McGhee was standing in front of me. I met him once when I was 9 at my first KISS concert. This was so weird. I still remember things that happened in the future.

"Oh yes! They can put them right over here." Sarah piped up behind me leading the other guys that were behind Doc.

"You're Mötley Crüe's manager." I finally gasp out.

"Yeah. Lucky me. Crazy bastards." Doc chuckled.

I laugh with him and offer him a drink.

"Oh no. I'm good." He smiles.

"Are you sure? It's the least I could do."

"Yeah. You gotta be sober to handle these drunken morons." He points behind him.

"Haha. Yeah I bet. The most notorious band in the world has to live up to its name."

"Huh?"

"Nothing." I say nervously.

"Well I'll see ya around." Doc smiled.

I said goodbye and began taking care of all the drinks. Soon enough, people began flooding through the doors. Ordering drinks like crazy, spilling shit, practically fucking on the dance floor. A couple fights broke out. I take a look at all the chaos that's going on and couldn't help but smile.

This is pure paradise.

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(A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading. Jordan seems to be getting in the hang of things already. Who the hell knows what's going to happen next? Please feel free to comment and vote. It's greatly appreciated!
xoxo~Jordan)