and walks out before she can ask the lingering
question. She’ll probably pursue it later and when he turns her
down he’ll be out of a job.
She passes by
him seeming annoyed and calls back, “Okay big boy, follow me.”
Her sudden pet
nickname seems wrong in the seductive way that she says it but he
follows her anyway. He muses, at this point, what does he have to
lose? He can’t get much lower.
They enter the
bar from the hall. It’s dark even though there are lights
everywhere. He follows Juno down the length of the counter and
around the side. A girl is washing bar glasses in the lone sink.
She glances up, her brows raised suddenly. Her blond hair is wound
into a tight braid down her back. Bright blue eyes stare at him
down a straight nose. Her face is so pale that the freckles dotting
it stand out like the stars on a black night. She looks back and
forth between Greylan and Juno for a minute before Juno says,
“Christina, I’d like you to meet Greylan. Greylan, this is
Christina.”
Greylan nods
to her, “Nice to meet you.”
A smile
spreads over her lips as she looks to Juno, “Where’d ya get this
one?”
“Does it
really matter, you’re short -handed and I promised I’d find
someone.”
Christina
straightens her shoulders and asks Greylan, “Have you tended bar
before?”
He frowns
feeling like this is the third degree. What the hell, it’s just
serving drinks to people. How hard can it be? He shakes his head in
response. She sighs and looks past him to Juno, “Are you serious
Juno? Experience would be nice. He’s gonna get his ass kicked.”
Juno’s voice
takes on an annoyed edge, “Take him or leave him. What do I care? I
did someone a favor. This is what you get.” She turns around and
strides back to her office. Greylan stands still glaring at this
chick who knows nothing about him and has already dismissed
him.
She turns
around and walks to the other end of the bar slamming things
around. Greylan isn’t sure what to do but one thing is clear, this
chick has no say in whether he stays. He needs this job regardless
of what she says.
He glances
around the room. Televisions are spaced evenly on the walls. Three
pool tables litter the back of the space. Directly across from the
bar is a stage, the wall behind it littered with posters for
various bands. What he finds odd is the scarcity of tables. There
are about ten high top tables but the rest of the room is void of
places to sit, the exception being the chairs lining the bar. He
turns back to Christina and she’s staring at him curiously not like
she wants to jump him like Juno, more as if she is studying him to
see if he can actually do the job.
She opens her
mouth to say something but quickly closes it. She looks away to
what she’s doing and calls over to him, “Get to work then. The
coolers won’t stock themselves. The beer is in the walk- in down
the hall in back. You have exactly thirty minutes before show
time.”
He smirks at
her and her feistiness. She definitely seems like a short fuse kind
of girl. Maybe proving himself to her is in his best interest.
An hour later
Greylan finds out exactly what Christina meant by show time. The
bar is full, so full that he realizes why there is such a lack of
tables. If tables took up the space there wouldn’t be enough room
for all of the people. He stays busy serving drinks constantly.
Christina has started warming up to him a bit. When they pass each
other she makes snide remarks at him about being a rookie. He stays
pretty quiet but keeps up with the demand. Other servers have
appeared at different intervals throughout the night helping to
keep up with the amount of people.
Hours later a
band starts playing, filling the loud room with even more noise.
Greylan actually looks forward to that grungy motel he now calls
home, at least the bed sounds good.
He sleeps
until almost ten the next morning. A few more nights like last
night and maybe he’ll be able to get out of this dump
question. She’ll probably pursue it later and when he turns her
down he’ll be out of a job.
She passes by
him seeming annoyed and calls back, “Okay big boy, follow me.”
Her sudden pet
nickname seems wrong in the seductive way that she says it but he
follows her anyway. He muses, at this point, what does he have to
lose? He can’t get much lower.
They enter the
bar from the hall. It’s dark even though there are lights
everywhere. He follows Juno down the length of the counter and
around the side. A girl is washing bar glasses in the lone sink.
She glances up, her brows raised suddenly. Her blond hair is wound
into a tight braid down her back. Bright blue eyes stare at him
down a straight nose. Her face is so pale that the freckles dotting
it stand out like the stars on a black night. She looks back and
forth between Greylan and Juno for a minute before Juno says,
“Christina, I’d like you to meet Greylan. Greylan, this is
Christina.”
Greylan nods
to her, “Nice to meet you.”
A smile
spreads over her lips as she looks to Juno, “Where’d ya get this
one?”
“Does it
really matter, you’re short -handed and I promised I’d find
someone.”
Christina
straightens her shoulders and asks Greylan, “Have you tended bar
before?”
He frowns
feeling like this is the third degree. What the hell, it’s just
serving drinks to people. How hard can it be? He shakes his head in
response. She sighs and looks past him to Juno, “Are you serious
Juno? Experience would be nice. He’s gonna get his ass kicked.”
Juno’s voice
takes on an annoyed edge, “Take him or leave him. What do I care? I
did someone a favor. This is what you get.” She turns around and
strides back to her office. Greylan stands still glaring at this
chick who knows nothing about him and has already dismissed
him.
She turns
around and walks to the other end of the bar slamming things
around. Greylan isn’t sure what to do but one thing is clear, this
chick has no say in whether he stays. He needs this job regardless
of what she says.
He glances
around the room. Televisions are spaced evenly on the walls. Three
pool tables litter the back of the space. Directly across from the
bar is a stage, the wall behind it littered with posters for
various bands. What he finds odd is the scarcity of tables. There
are about ten high top tables but the rest of the room is void of
places to sit, the exception being the chairs lining the bar. He
turns back to Christina and she’s staring at him curiously not like
she wants to jump him like Juno, more as if she is studying him to
see if he can actually do the job.
She opens her
mouth to say something but quickly closes it. She looks away to
what she’s doing and calls over to him, “Get to work then. The
coolers won’t stock themselves. The beer is in the walk- in down
the hall in back. You have exactly thirty minutes before show
time.”
He smirks at
her and her feistiness. She definitely seems like a short fuse kind
of girl. Maybe proving himself to her is in his best interest.
An hour later
Greylan finds out exactly what Christina meant by show time. The
bar is full, so full that he realizes why there is such a lack of
tables. If tables took up the space there wouldn’t be enough room
for all of the people. He stays busy serving drinks constantly.
Christina has started warming up to him a bit. When they pass each
other she makes snide remarks at him about being a rookie. He stays
pretty quiet but keeps up with the demand. Other servers have
appeared at different intervals throughout the night helping to
keep up with the amount of people.
Hours later a
band starts playing, filling the loud room with even more noise.
Greylan actually looks forward to that grungy motel he now calls
home, at least the bed sounds good.
He sleeps
until almost ten the next morning. A few more nights like last
night and maybe he’ll be able to get out of this dump
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