"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the...
We live in cities you'll never see onscreen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things
A normal night at work, that's all I want. Although, I'm starting to feel like those nights are only possible when Harry isn't around. I just need to avoid him. Treat him like a normal boss, have a normal work relationship and that'll be the end of it. I won't have to feel angry every time I leave work, or nervous about going in. I am enjoying working at this club, it's so different and the types of people that go there are so interesting. I don't want to lose this job. I can't afford to.
I walk into the club, keeping my head down and heading straight for the bar. I smile at Joe quickly before helping stock up the drinks behind the bar. I notice the DJ start up, meaning we are closer to opening, and start singing along when I notice he's playing Team by Lorde.
"What's gotten into you?" Joe laughs as I sing along and move my head to the music. I move along closer to him, nudging him with my shoulders as I continue to dance to the song, laughing as I try to encourage him to join in. "Don't think I've ever seen you so happy, not sober anyway." He laughs, shaking his head as he turns away, leaving me to dance by myself.
"Very funny! Just trying to start the shift in a good mood that's all." I laugh as I go back to stocking the drinks on the shelf behind the bar. "And anyway, how can you not sing to song like this?!" I exclaim, this song always reminded me of home and growing up. That age where you had a part time job just to spend the money on giving your friend's older brother to pay for your alcohol, to then either go to a house party or just drink in a park with your mates. A weekly occurrence for me, every weekend with around 10 of your best mates just getting drunk, doing things you shouldn't be doing.
I continue dancing to the music as the people begin to flood in, heading straight for the bar. I haven't seen Harry yet, probably why this shift is going so well. Joe and I work beside each other, mixing drinks and pouring shots whilst I continue to bob my head to the music. I'm feeling more myself tonight, mainly being back behind the bar, but also I haven't had any creepy old men threaten me or lay their hands on me. A win in my head.
As I pour up some Jägerbombs for a 20-something year old girl and her friend, I look out to the dance-floor and notice how full it is. I will never get over how busy Stealth is every single night of the week, it's Thursday night and this is what Ivy would look like on a Friday. The sweaty, grinding bodies on the dance floor, the littered bodies around the club groping one another. It doesn't gross me out, I find it interesting. There's nothing better than being able to people-watch on this job. As I'm scanning the floor I notice a blonde girl smirking at me from the floor, looking smug. I quickly finish the shots and serving the girls so that they move out of the way, getting a better look at the girl.
As I stare at her longer, I recognise her face even more. It's Beth. I feel my body go cold with anger as I look at her, playfully smiling and waving at me. I glare back at her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of me smiling back. My good mood instantly leaves me body, and all that is left is pure hatred. I clench my fists, staying put behind the bar, resisting the temptation to jump over and kick her ass.
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