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The loud music and chatter is making me tiresome, all I wanted was to be in the bed. As much as I love being a bartender and seeing cute men passed out drunk, it's times like these I'd like to have a normal sleep schedule and to temporarily forget my work.
"Hey baby can I get a whiskey!" A older man calls out.
I fake a smile and nod. I became a bartender because since I was young I've been making alcoholic drinks for my all the adults in my family. I dropped out of school because of Tana and moved out . I lied about my age, and I've been working here since I was seventeen. I've been here in this bar for five years and I've been practically raised by these women, even though I know my time is gonna be limited when I reach my late twenties. I slide the glass and continue to clean out the rest of the shot glasses, and watch as the girls shake their ass on the poles. Man these girls have confidence, I can wear skimpy stuff, but if I have to go out in a audience with just underwear... I couldn't.
I suddenly hear commotion and it's Tana welcoming a group of guys close by the entrance. I can't really see what they look like since it's dark on my side. I shrug and go make entree cocktails because Tana has her guest always have them. Tana is basically the lead of the strippers, illegal escorts, and bartenders. Tana is twenty six years old she was the one who picked me up on a rainy day walking home in her Mercedes Benz. I looked up to her she had blinged out jewelry, nice nails, fur coat, well done hair. She's the embodiment of a rich independent woman. What she says, goes or you'll deal with the boss and you don't want to deal with him. I can feel Tana presence getting closer to the bar. I flick my eyes up and Tana walks around blabbering about god knows what to these men.
"Ah Y/n my girl." She says in her Italian accent and wraps her arm around me.
I rest my head on hers for a second and place the drinks in front of the men without looking at them. When I first started bar tending, I stared a little too hard at Tana's guest. He started cussing me out and threw a hard ass hundreds bundled bills at my forehead, I was so mad that I didn't even care about risking getting my ass beat. Tana pulled me to the side and yelled at me to not stare. Tana hangs out with gangbangers, which is way out of my comfort zone so till I am spoken to, I look up.
"Oh no Y/n that won't do-this one here hacked a ex connect tonight get him a bottle." She sickly laughs.
Tana didn't have a normal humor, her humor was someone getting beat the hell up it would make her cackle. Surprisingly it's a skinny, innocent, charming looking guy. He doesn't even look like he'd hang around with this type of crowd. Then again look at where I'm at. I sigh and nod. I reach underneath the bar and grab a straight bottle and I look up to him staring at me intensely. I'm honestly disappointed, he seems like he has potential to do something greater than what he is doing. He licks his lips at a thought, he seems to be privileged so why is he doing all of this?
"Would you like a glass?" I ask monotonously.
He shakes his head no and one of his friends slaps two hundred on the table, for what I'm guessing is for tonight. I take it and turn around to put it in the wage cashier, but Tana joins me. She grips my upper arm and leans close to my ear.
"Look here Y/n I need you to do a favor for me... that guy you gave a bottle to-I need you to take him to lounge and get yourself on his good side. This man is filthy fucking rich and his money could help both of us an the club." She whispers passionately in my ear.
I look at her and she has a dead serious face.
"Tana I'm a bartender not fucking escort." I argue back. Tana rolls her eyes "Y/n you're the only one he has eyes for here come on it's just a one time thing and he's clean."
I look back and he downs the bottle temporarily.
Should
Y/n escort Timotheé into the lounge or say no to Tana
