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beside me to take an order.
"That'll never happen either!" I laughed at Nikki's shocked expression. "First of all, you seem to be forgetting that Zane doesn't do locals."
"Details." She waved a hand dismissively as she finished filling a glass, nearly sloshing whiskey all over the bar.
"Second, I made him promise not to fuck anyone I work with."
Nikki slammed the bottle into place . Ignoring the customers momentarily , she spread her arms in a gesture that clearly said ‘what the fuck’. "Why? Why would you twat block me like that?"
I tried not to laugh , but I couldn't help it . I heard Nikki mumble under her breath as I turned to take a few more orders .
"Sorry, but you're a double no for him. You'll have to find a new hotness monster." I passed her the vodka, noticing the bottle was almost empty. "By the way, he doesn't really count as a hotness monster if we know how to find him."
"Whatever. He was my favorite hotness monster , " she sighed in faux dismay. I rolled my eyes and reached for the Grey Goose bottle on the top shelf, hissing as I stretched my still tender side.
"How did the tat turn out?" Shannon slid over beside me and pulled down the bottle I was reaching for. I smiled gratefully and twisted off the spout from the empty bottle to change it over.
"Amazing. Like I've said every time, Kas is a rock star with a needle."
I took the bottle over to finish making the three drinks for the college age girls in their stilettos. They watched me, sizing me up as I passed them their drinks before moving to the end of the bar.
"It's time. Do you want to pour or collect?" Nikki asked as she grabbed the bottle and moved toward the step.
"Collect." I grabbed the bucket and the whistle and climbed onto the bar beside her, positioning the bucket between my feet before blowing the whistle to catch the attention of all the patrons around the bar.
"Shoooooots!" she called, drawing out the 'o'. The hoots began. I collected the money as the line formed at the bar and they took turns leaning their head back for Nikki to pour the liquor into their mouths.
"Lili?" a voice asked as I hopped off the bar after several long minutes of the glassless shots. I spun toward the voice and saw a guy who looked only a few years older than me. His blue eyes were bright in the dimness of the bar and his blonde hair was cut short. He wasn't tall, not by normal standards anyway, but he was still a good six inches or so taller than my five foot one.
I glanced down at the name tag attached to my tank top pointedly. Liliosa was spelled out in bold black letters and underneath it said Asheville, NC. I glanced back up at the guy and raised an eyebrow.
"Lili, huh? Do I know you?" I felt defensive after the incident with Patrick . I set the bucket down behind the bar, grabbing the bills and starting to sort them. No one called me Lili except people who knew me.
"Uhhh…" he trailed off, looking embarrassed, “I’m sorry. I'm Jordan. We met last night. You told me you worked here and said I should come by sometime while I was still in town."
I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him again, letting the bills fall back into the bucket. He smiled nervously and I could still see the embarrassment in his eyes. Fuck. Had I seriously been so drunk I told a random guy where I worked? Had I hooked up with him? How many more were there?
"Oh," I simply said, reaching down to gather the bills again before straightening and leaning against the bar. "I'm sorry. Last night was… well, I was seriously wasted. I normally don't drink that much and my memory is a little hazy , " I admitted, feeling shame for the first time in a very long time. Shame was not an emotion I dealt with well and it made me almost pissed off at this Jordan person as well as Patrick. What the fuck had I done?
"I remember. That was why I came here, actually. I mean, I would've come just to see you , but I really wanted to check on you. You were pretty trashed when I put you
"That'll never happen either!" I laughed at Nikki's shocked expression. "First of all, you seem to be forgetting that Zane doesn't do locals."
"Details." She waved a hand dismissively as she finished filling a glass, nearly sloshing whiskey all over the bar.
"Second, I made him promise not to fuck anyone I work with."
Nikki slammed the bottle into place . Ignoring the customers momentarily , she spread her arms in a gesture that clearly said ‘what the fuck’. "Why? Why would you twat block me like that?"
I tried not to laugh , but I couldn't help it . I heard Nikki mumble under her breath as I turned to take a few more orders .
"Sorry, but you're a double no for him. You'll have to find a new hotness monster." I passed her the vodka, noticing the bottle was almost empty. "By the way, he doesn't really count as a hotness monster if we know how to find him."
"Whatever. He was my favorite hotness monster , " she sighed in faux dismay. I rolled my eyes and reached for the Grey Goose bottle on the top shelf, hissing as I stretched my still tender side.
"How did the tat turn out?" Shannon slid over beside me and pulled down the bottle I was reaching for. I smiled gratefully and twisted off the spout from the empty bottle to change it over.
"Amazing. Like I've said every time, Kas is a rock star with a needle."
I took the bottle over to finish making the three drinks for the college age girls in their stilettos. They watched me, sizing me up as I passed them their drinks before moving to the end of the bar.
"It's time. Do you want to pour or collect?" Nikki asked as she grabbed the bottle and moved toward the step.
"Collect." I grabbed the bucket and the whistle and climbed onto the bar beside her, positioning the bucket between my feet before blowing the whistle to catch the attention of all the patrons around the bar.
"Shoooooots!" she called, drawing out the 'o'. The hoots began. I collected the money as the line formed at the bar and they took turns leaning their head back for Nikki to pour the liquor into their mouths.
"Lili?" a voice asked as I hopped off the bar after several long minutes of the glassless shots. I spun toward the voice and saw a guy who looked only a few years older than me. His blue eyes were bright in the dimness of the bar and his blonde hair was cut short. He wasn't tall, not by normal standards anyway, but he was still a good six inches or so taller than my five foot one.
I glanced down at the name tag attached to my tank top pointedly. Liliosa was spelled out in bold black letters and underneath it said Asheville, NC. I glanced back up at the guy and raised an eyebrow.
"Lili, huh? Do I know you?" I felt defensive after the incident with Patrick . I set the bucket down behind the bar, grabbing the bills and starting to sort them. No one called me Lili except people who knew me.
"Uhhh…" he trailed off, looking embarrassed, “I’m sorry. I'm Jordan. We met last night. You told me you worked here and said I should come by sometime while I was still in town."
I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him again, letting the bills fall back into the bucket. He smiled nervously and I could still see the embarrassment in his eyes. Fuck. Had I seriously been so drunk I told a random guy where I worked? Had I hooked up with him? How many more were there?
"Oh," I simply said, reaching down to gather the bills again before straightening and leaning against the bar. "I'm sorry. Last night was… well, I was seriously wasted. I normally don't drink that much and my memory is a little hazy , " I admitted, feeling shame for the first time in a very long time. Shame was not an emotion I dealt with well and it made me almost pissed off at this Jordan person as well as Patrick. What the fuck had I done?
"I remember. That was why I came here, actually. I mean, I would've come just to see you , but I really wanted to check on you. You were pretty trashed when I put you
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