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- Author: Maggie Rawdon
- Language: English
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THE BAR HAS BEEN ABSOLUTE HELL ON WHEELS TONIGHT. HALF THE
customers seem hell-bent on driving me to the brink of insanity and the other
half seem to think tipping is an invention best left to a previous century.
cooler has started leaking, one of the vents nearly caught fire because Tom
forgot to properly clean it last night, and Stacey—one of my best servers—
turned in her notice this week because she found a job that would pay her
twice what she makes here and it meant she didn’t have to rely on tips. I can’t
blame her, but I will miss her, desperately. Both in that she is a bright light on
a dark night around here and because she is an incredibly efficient and upbeat
server. Replacing her is going to be nearly impossible.
My phone dings with another text message. Liv asking if I can bring
some ice to the party. It’s less a party and more of a wake really. Moved from
the football house to our house when it was obvious that we would be
mourning the loss of our championship game rather than celebrating the win.
It’s heartbreaking, but between losing our star quarterback to injury and a
host of other problems plaguing the team, it isn’t entirely surprising.
The last thing I feel like doing tonight is going home to a bunch of drunk
people toasting to a season that could have been, but I didn’t really have a
choice. Unless I want to stay upstairs at my grandfather’s apartment where
he’ll keep me up half the night with his snoring. I’ll probably get better sleep
“Can you take this to table eight?” I hand off a plate of wings to Stacey
who takes it from me and nods.
“Hey, sexy. I love that hair,” one of the drunker patrons leers at me and
tries to reach out and grab one of my braids before I pull away.
I have my hair up in two Dutch braids. It keeps it out of my face while I
work, and it helps keep the tips coming, and god knows I need them.
“Another beer?” I point to his empty glass. He doesn’t need one, but his
friend has already admitted he’s the DD for the evening, so I won’t cut him
off just yet.
“Yeah, sexy. And your number.”
I smile back at him like I enjoy the comment and take his glass.
“Tom, could you put two more orders of chili cheese fries in for me
please?” I call back to the kitchen before I head to the bar to fill up another
glass with lager.
“Did you see the guy at table three? He’s sexy as fucking hell,” Tammy,
who’s old enough to be my mother even though we both pretend she’s not,
coos at a guy half her age across the room.
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