Enter a world of luxury, prosperity, and the most important one of all, richness. This rich world is a mix-up of drama, contentment, and secrets-where it is centered around the cities of California. As the focus isn't on the parents and originators...
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I needed a drink.
The party was about to start as I left my group of friends and headed to the venue. I stared at the different bottles of liquor and grinned at the bartender named Reginald. He had light brown, round eyes. He had a brown complexion, and it looked soft. I took in his features; Reginald had a square-shaped face with a square jaw, a round nose, and thick, full lips. He also had a little bit of facial hair, but it was neat.
His hair was short, curly, and in an Afro. He looked tall, maybe around six feet, as I looked at his uniform. He wore a black long sleeve shirt, a bow tie, and khaki slacks.
"Do they call you Reggie?" I asked, holding a smile on my face.
"How old are you?" He asked, ignoring my question.
"Eighteen," I told him, crossing my arms as I wanted to flirt with him to get a drink.
"Too young to drink, ma'am," He said, wiping down the tables.
"Do you know my parents, Reggie?" I questioned, hoping he would.
"No,"
"I'm the daughter of Ronald and Anika Celestine," I explained, growing annoyed that I even had to tell him this. "My dad is a professional actor, and record producer. As my mom is an owner of an Entertainment company, so give me a drink, Reggie!"
Reggie instantly began to make me a drink.
"Thank you. Reggie," I giggled, taking a seat at the booth. "Is being a bartender your only job?"
"I'm the owner." He answered, holding a smirk on his face. "What's your name, ma'am? You told me your parents, but I didn't get yours."
"Brooklyn," I told him, wanting to know why he asked.
"I would say that you're pretty, but you're too young for me," He replied, pouring the champagne into the glass.
"How old are you, Reggie?" I wondered, tilting my head, thinking he couldn't be in his mid-twenties. He looked like he was fresh in his twenties.
"Twenty-two." He answered, passing the drink to me.
"Twenty-two is young. Did you go to college?" I quipped, growing intrigued by him now.
"No, I didn't go to college," He explained, wiping the counters down again. "Let's say that you're not the only one with rich parents. Though I did work hard to get my bar license and to own this bar."
"Well, take the drink back," I ordered, passing it to him. "I don't want you losing your license,"
He stared at me, taking the drink as a smile appeared on his face. He had perfectly straight teeth, as I wanted to know if he even wore braces.
