Oh shit!

in my dreams.

my titles are always song titles, hope you enjoy the love of my life in a book~

Sorry for any typos in advance!

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Working as a bartender in New York was hell. Shitty yet cool job, not enough pay. Housings expensive, shit you just might have to move back in with your parents. Have them as your roommates.

You wiped the counter down after a few people spilled their drinks; clearly drunk as fuck. You sighed annoyingly, the bar is always busy on a Friday night. What did you expect?

You're in New fucking York.

Tips were actually pretty good today, usually tips were ass but tonight was a good one. You prepared a traditional drink for one of the patrons who was at the bar tonight when you heard your coworker talk to you,

"When are you gonna get out of here man? I know you got a degree in some shit or whatever, but when are you gonna use it?"

You chuckled as served the drink and began to prepare another,"Don't know, no ones called me back yet man." You got a degree in journalism but shit the competition is fucking tough.

No employer not calling you back wasn't gonna slow you down anytime yet, New York is huge.

"New York is huge man, I'm bound to land somewhere; anywhere." You said with a slight smile. With that, time slowly passed and it was almost closing time.

You looked at the clock and it read 1:50am. You sighed and proceeded to wash your hands and started cleaning your area. You see a few stragglers in the bar but pay no attention to them. As you prepared to wipe down the counters you see a guy knocked out at the end of the bar.

You frowned, you thought your area was clear, but obviously it's not. You set the rag down and walk over to wake him up.

It seems that he knocked out on the counter, you just hoped he wasn't on planning on throwing up anytime soon because that would be hell. You tap him on the shoulder a few times,

"Hey, uhm excuse me sir-"

He sits up quickly, scaring you a bit. His eyes looked sunken and he looked overall tired. His hair was a mess, still looked kinda cute though.

A small blush dusted on your cheeks appeared and he begins to slur his words,

"Whaaatsss a girrrll like you, d-doing in a placee like t-this??" He asked. You deadpanned at him and shook your head.

"I work here dummy, and I'd like to go home so if you can-" he cuts you off by waving his hands around.

"N-nope. No can do, n-not until I get ya numberrr or something."

Before he could continue his spiel a guard came by and began to drag him away. He kept babbling drunkenly and trying to talk to you.

"I'll be b-backkk for youu!~" he exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and laughed lightly.

"And I'll be here. Like always." You said just loud enough for him to hear. He gave you a wide smile and winked at you.

You roll your eyes again and continue your work routine; not really taking him seriously. Your same coworker came over and chuckled at you, "you know, he was like watching you this whole night right? Thought it was kinda creepy but at the same it's kinda cute."

You smacked their shoulder and scoffed, "Oh please. I'm not really much to stare at." Growing up you always had some issues about your image, you kinda got over it but it still lingered from time to time.

They shook their head in disappointment, "you look amazing and I'm sure any guy will have you if you really just took the time to look at yourself and see your worth." They patted your shoulder and proceeded to walk to the back room ready to pack their things and head home.

You put the rest of the glass cups away neatly and sighed sadly. It was hard to look at the mirror sometimes. The acne scars, the dark circles and bags didn't really help and sometimes you had the occasional skin discoloration.

You finished up your job and went to the back ready to go home after a long night. You placed tonight's tips into an envelope and labeled the amount made tonight and set it with the rest of this weeks and closed up the bar.

You grabbed your backpack and fished the keys out of it and walked to your car. You sat in the drivers seat feeling the exhaustion hit you but you turned the music on blast and rolled down your windows. You can't afford to fall asleep while driving. You drive out the parking lot and head home; ready to finally sleep.

Your mind wondered to the cute guy at the bar, hoping he got home safely (as well as the other patrons who went to the bar, the nice ones atleast).

And that guy was currently trying his best to not puke in the back of a taxi on his way home to Staten Island.

He shut his eyes tightly and gripped the seat like it was the last thing he could do. The taxi driver just chuckled at him and asked, "how was the bar?"

"I-it was great. There was th-this really cute bartender there. I'll trry and see iffff I cann gett herrr numba or somethin'." He slurred. He looked out the window and admired the trash of a city he lived in.

"We're almost there Pete. Get your ass ready to get out of my car." He announced. Pete meekly nodded, he fished out his wallet taking out his cash to pay for the taxi driver.

He arrived to his lovely home that he shared with his mother and sister. He said goodbye to the driver and stumbled his way to the home unable to forget your face.

He unlocked his door and made his way to his man cave, and slowly but surely made it to his bed.

He face planted and instantly fell sleep.

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You on the other hand had finally arrived "home" deciding to crash at your parents place for the night, ready to sleep. Thankfully it was your day off, so you could get some sleep in. You checked your emails and to your luck nothing but junk.

You made your way through your home being wary of not waking up your parents, knowing they would be cranky if woken up.

You get to your room and close the door and set your things down and turn on a lamp for some minimal lighting. You began to change to your pajamas while you quietly hummed a random song that came to mind.

While you hummed, you brushed your hair out of its ponytail and walked to the bathroom to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.

You always thought of it being a tedious process but you needed to keep your hygiene in check no matter how tired you felt. How else can you have gorgeous skin and pearly whites if you don't treat them correctly?

You finished up and finally slipped into bed, looking at the clock on your night seeing it was almost 3am.

You smiled weakly and pulled the covers over you and turned off the light on your nightstand. You saw the moonlight lightly cascaded over you in your dark room.

Oddly enough, seeing the moonlight seeping in your room and illuminating it made you sleepy and you too as well finally fell asleep, ready for whatever came later in the morning.

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I'm excited to start writing for this book :)) hope you end up liking it as much as I will

-antisocial 🤍