“Here you are, one Bloody Mary and six cowboy shooters,” Dahlia handed the tray of alcoholic beverages to a table of customers. They smiled and cheered at her as she twirled before returning back behind the bar.
“You know, you’re too young and pretty to ignore all these people checking you out,” Beau told Dahlia. He was in the middle of shaking up a melon vodka mix for a table of party girls. Beau was great at making the special drinks. He knows which flavors and liquors go together and what to add to make an awesome drink. He was also like an older brother to Dahlia. She started working at the bar just under a year ago when she was twenty two and he took her under his wing. Although they didn’t spend much time together outside the bar where they work, they enjoyed each-others company.
“It’s my pretty that makes me ignore all the possible dicks out there masked behind cute eyes and hair gel,” Dahlia replied. Dahlia was twenty three and single. Her long brown hair matched her green and brown eyes and her flawless make-up free face certainly attracted a lot of attention but she worked in a bar. She liked her job but hanging around the bar guys made her picky when it comes to dating.
“You will find that some of these guys are just lonely people who come here because they have no one to drink with,” Beau continues to shake the marguerite shaker. Dahlia shook her head as she wiped down the counter.
“The lonely ones are probably that way for a reason.”
“Well your one of them girlfriend,” Beau put the shaker down.
“But at least I do my drinking at home, where I have a friend,” Dahlia replied.
“But you should be home drinking with a boyfriend. Get married one day and then way in the future you could be drinking with your kids. Maybe even on the beach,” Beau took a deep breath and pulled at his purple neck scarf like he wanted that thought for himself.
“Beau, you’re drooling,” Dahlia joked snapping Beau out of his dream. “That may be you and Jackson one day but I really don’t see that being me with any of these, people.”
“I can see it, and he’s coming this way,” Beau hinted at a blonde hottie walking up to the bar. The guy scanned everyone from the pokies to the pool tables then back to the bar.
“You can take this one,” Dahlia threw the wet cloth to Beau. He shook his head and smiled.
“Girlfriend that over there is a straight man who is going to die of thirst if you don’t tend to his cute needs.”
“Tend to his cute needs, what is this, a hook up bar?” Dahlia replied but Beau was already pushing her towards the new face waiting.
“What can I get you?” Dahlia was nervous. She was never nervous when she worked but there was something about this guy that made her both tense but relaxed. The guy looked up at her and smiled,
“Something strong but sweet, maybe fruity please,”
“Shooter’s?” Dahlia asked.
“Ah, yeah okay,” The guy seemed agitated but friendly. Dahlia wasn’t sure to what the guy wanted but Beau would know what to do. He is the best when it comes to customers who don’t exactly know what they wanted. She gave Beau the three details the man asked for and Beau got to it strait away.
“Fruity Tingle vodka with a dash of melon just to get that extra fruity flavour,” Beau picked out two labeled bottles from the shelf. Before he started mixing up the cocktail he pointed to where the man was sitting. Dahlia rolled her eyes and stepped away. She knew was he was implying.
