Save me from myself

The Beginning

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Sam looked out of the window, seeing the terrain run pass the car, changing into a blur when she fell deep in thoughts, memories. She remembered a specific day when she was working at the local bar. She had been working there since she had finished high school. Her parents weren't happy about it but after few reckless years a job was something new and welcomed. She had always said she was taking a gap year, to sort her things out.

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She was smoking a cigarette outside at the back of the bar when a guy came there to take a piss against the building.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" she shouted to him. He looked at her while continuing to take a leak. She rolled her eyes, annoyed and walked closer to him "HEY! I'm talking to you!" He looked her with his drunk eyes and snickered "Were you?"

"Um yeah." she said and pointed on his body "Can you not?"

"I'm almost done." he said grinning and when he was wrapping it up, he glanced at her, seeing her looking elsewhere, finishing her cigarette.

When she glanced at him, he asked "Want some of it?"

She scoffed "Are you serious right now?!" and when he just grinned to her she said angry "Get lost, before I call the cops!"

He zipped his pants and scoffed to her, walking around the corner.

"Fucking asshole!" she said walking back to the backdoor and said inside "Hey, some weirdo pissed on the corner again." and went to serve the costumers. At some point she saw a group of people walking in, this guy amongst them, chicks both sides of him. They sat down to the corner table and whistled to her, glancing and staring at her. She ignored them, serving drinks to another customer. Suddenly this guy came to the bar, slamming his body against the counter  "Who do I have to fuck to get a fucking drink in here?"

"Sorry for that." she smiled to the one that was paying for his drinks and said to the drunk "I'll be with you in a second.." giving back some change. The customer held up some cash and put it on the tip jar "Buy yourself a drink, sweetheart."

"Thank you." she said, disturbed by that pissing guy. He slammed his card on the counter "Bottle of tequila.", looking at her under his brows "Sweetheart," while the chicks cheered "Ronnie!"

"We only serve them by meters." she said.

"I'll take the fucking meter then." he said and she started to prepare it "Coming right up." He walked back to the group, cocky.

She saw them laughing and cheering, knowing they're going to be a problem. She walked towards them, seeing him sitting back on the couch, girls on the sides, massaging his thighs. He looked at her, cocky, ignoring the chicks. She put the meter tray on the table "Here you go."

No one said anything and she left, annoyed.

The night went on, the group was loud, howling, laughing and yelling "Escape the Fate!!!" and "Ronnie!", they smoked and the guy often ordered new drinks. She was serving drinks, dancing behind the counter, downing shots with customers. Suddenly she faced the drunk wide grin again.

"Yes?" she asked. He glanced over his shoulders, seeing the chicks drunk on the couch, almost making out with each other.

"4 shots of tequila." he said drunk.

"Coming right up." she said quickly and served the drinks. He pushed one shot towards her "Drink with me." She hesitated so he said "What? Am I not good enough for you to drink with? I saw you drink with that guy over there."

"One shot." she said confident and took the shot, looking at him. He grinned victoriously and downed his shot. Despite he was drunk, his eyes in smudged eye liner were captivating and his smile was so mesmerizing to her that she couldn't look away. She smiled to him.

"Ronnie baby!" one chick came to him, purring, giving Sam a dirty look. She came out of her moment and took the empty shot glasses and said politely "Thanks for the drink." The chick dragged him back to the table and they continued their partying. After some time they were the only ones in there, some guys were too drunk to go home, Ronnie was laughing, screeching, acting wild and occasionally glancing at her way. She looked at him too. He was a wreck, his dark half long hair all messy and greasy. He wiped his tattooed arm over his tired face, letting the girls kiss his cheeks and ears. One moment they stood up and left, leaving behind a great mess that she went to clean up, annoyed and tired. She had been keeping her eye on the group and had seen him laugh, glancing at her cocky, his "Drink with me." on her mind constantly, remembering his voice, wondering if Ronnie was his real name or shortened from something.