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shop with a dodgy alternator.  I'd have to use some cash to pay for that now that my parents had closed their wallets.  I tried not to panic over how fast I was accruing debt. 
     
    I pulled into Barton's and hurried inside.  I clocked in and went to Moore's office to let him know I was there.  It looked as though he hadn't moved.  He was still sitting behind his desk, pecking away at his keyboard.  Did this guy ever go home?  He gave me a shift checklist and instructed me to go through it.  I was to use this as my guide until I got into the swing of things.
     
    Pocco and Fed were manning the industrial dishwasher.  Fed tried to squirt me with the hose as I walked by, making a suggestive comment about my nipples through the wet shirt.  I chose to ignore them and headed out to the dining room.
     
    Damien was working again and I was happy to see Jaz as well.  She squealed and ran up to me.  “Yay!  I'm so happy you're working tonight!” she said in that perky way of hers.  She was sitting at the bar.  I was relieved to see Jordan hadn't come on yet and it was only Lyla. 
     
    “Hey Maysie.  You ready for tonight?  It'll be absolutely crazy,” Lyla said, handing me the soda I asked for.  “You're lucky to be on the schedule.  Servers kill to be on Saturdays,” Damien said, sitting on the stool beside me. 
     
    Barton's usually had a band on Saturdays so I hoped to make good tips.  “Yeah, Devil's Stone is playing at 8:00.  But Generation Rejects has the stage at 11:00!”  Jaz enthused.  My heart plummeted.  Jordan would not only be working the bar tonight but his band would be playing. 
     
    “Oh, yeah?” I asked weakly, drinking the rest of my soda so I could get started with my shift checklist. 
     
    “They haven't played here in almost six weeks. So I'm sure the place will be packed!  Wait until you hear Jordan sing!  He's unbelievable!” Jaz gushed. 
     
    “I thought he played the drums,” I said, intrigued despite myself.
     
    “Oh, he does.  But he does some of the singing too.  What I wouldn't give to have that guy's moves.  He's usually knee deep in pussy by the end of the night,” Damien commented crudely.  Jaz leaned over and smacked his arm.  I frowned. 
     
    “But he has a girlfriend,” I pointed out.  God, this guy was a complete player!  I was so thankful I had wised up before being sucked into his rock god pants.
     
    “Don't listen to Damien.  Jordan isn't like that.  Sure he's a flirt and everything, but he has never cheated on Olivia.  He likes to give off the bad boy vibe and lord knows he plays the part.  Unfortunately, he has remained faithful,” Jaz sighed, clearly disappointed by that fact.
     
    I wanted to shout, faithful my ass !  Lyla was counting the bottles of tequila behind the bar and she looked up at Jaz's statement.  “Well, he always has been before...but things change,” she gave me a look and I flushed, staring down into my empty glass.
     
    Jaz huffed.  “No, he's whipped.  He's had more than enough opportunity to hook up.  Especially since Olivia's out of town.  But there's nothing that would make that boy stray.  I mean, who can compare to Olivia Peer?  She's gorgeous!” Jaz said.  I swallowed around the lump in my throat.  I was officially over this conversation. 
     
    I handed my glass to Lyla who looked at me a little too perceptively.  I gave her my best I-don't-care-about-anything grin and headed over to what would be my section for the night.  The rest of Barton's evening staff clocked in over the next forty-five minutes.  Aside from Jaz, Damien and me, a girl named Ginny, who I recognized from my biology class this summer and an older guy named Leo also clocked in. 
     
    Then, around a quarter to five, Jordan came in through the kitchen doors.  I almost dropped the bottles of ketchup I was holding.  He looked amazing.  Of course he looked amazing!  I bet there wasn't a day in his life he didn't