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the glass bottles of alcohol. I pull out a pad of paper from my back pocket and pen from my apron and write down the few bottles we are running low on. Then I do a little re-organizing and, lastly, grab a stack of towels for the bar.
I scan the bar and another group has grabbed a table. Cory is talking to them now. At the bar more guys have sat down and are calling out with their hands in the air to get her attention.
I leave the stack of towels by the cash register while pulling one through my apron belt. I head to the guy with his hand up but Beth gets there first.
"Hey hon, I've never seen you in here before. You new?" I look at the schmo trying to sweet talk Beth.
I resist telling the schmo how eating glass would be easier than trying to warm up to the spoiled brat, but I hold it in. Barely.
“Shane?”
Mentally ignoring how her voice is the sweetest thing I have ever heard, I look down at Cory with a light blush in her cheeks.
“Can I have three cosmos please?”
I like her politeness, a complete opposite from Beth. They must have different parents because they look nothing alike. I nod back at her then grab three martini glasses from the shelf below the bar. I can hear Beth in the background, yelling at someone. I need to hurry because Beth is the kind of girl you want to stuff into a trunk, wrapped in plastic because she’s probably the one who threw a broken bottle at your face.
I place the finished glasses on the bar and Cory moves them to her black holder one by one with her small dainty hands. With a shy smile, she calls out a "Thanks."
"Look, guy, order something or I will hose you." I look over my shoulder, and Beth is holding the soda gun faced at the schmo in a business suit. I want to laugh, and yet, I shake my head to get rid of the mental pictures of her in my trunk. I walk over and calmly take the soda gun from her hand and return it to the holder. I didn’t miss that she let me do it with no resistance. Then I eye the guy in a pinstriped business suit.
“What can I get for you?”
The pinstriped prick looks me over with contempt, as if I am the problem. "Hey, I was talking to the lady,” he whines.
Shocked, I look at him and turn to Beth who half shrugs her right shoulder. I pick back up the soda gun and hand it to her, knowing the chaos will ensure.
Seconds later I hear "Ahh! What the hell was that for?"
Unable to stop myself, I chuckle as I walk to the south side of the bar. I may have to reserve killing her until after her shift. She is definitely a volatile pain in the ass, and I absolutely will end up killing her if we work together for too long, but… she does have one redeeming feature. She does not take shit from anyone, which means tonight is going to either be highly entertaining, or someone is going to call the cops on her. I am hoping for the cuffs.
I looked over the multitude of bodies that have arrived over the past three hours. Some are dancing against each other on the dance floor, and some are sitting at tables watching the dancers on the floor. I scan the tables and stop at Cory, who is taking an order from a table with several women with fake smiles, shiny shirts, spandex pants, and big grey and white fur boots.
One of the girls with a black shiny tank top and matching fur boots is glaring at her. The nasty tramp with fur boots says something that I can't hear, but I can tell whatever she says bothers Cory. The sweet, shy smile has disappeared and she has her eyes locked on her little note pad.
My chest fills with fire. Damnit Cory. Don’t let them get to you.
I watch as Cory finishes their order and walk quickly to the bar. I intercept her before she walks past me to Beth. I won’t let her cower from them. She is ten times the lady than any of them are.
“Ay! Cory.” I call out.
Cory tries to keep a half smile to appear friendly, but her eyes were glossy. The more I watch Cory struggle, the more irritated I feel.
“Do you need something?” She asks
I scan the bar and another group has grabbed a table. Cory is talking to them now. At the bar more guys have sat down and are calling out with their hands in the air to get her attention.
I leave the stack of towels by the cash register while pulling one through my apron belt. I head to the guy with his hand up but Beth gets there first.
"Hey hon, I've never seen you in here before. You new?" I look at the schmo trying to sweet talk Beth.
I resist telling the schmo how eating glass would be easier than trying to warm up to the spoiled brat, but I hold it in. Barely.
“Shane?”
Mentally ignoring how her voice is the sweetest thing I have ever heard, I look down at Cory with a light blush in her cheeks.
“Can I have three cosmos please?”
I like her politeness, a complete opposite from Beth. They must have different parents because they look nothing alike. I nod back at her then grab three martini glasses from the shelf below the bar. I can hear Beth in the background, yelling at someone. I need to hurry because Beth is the kind of girl you want to stuff into a trunk, wrapped in plastic because she’s probably the one who threw a broken bottle at your face.
I place the finished glasses on the bar and Cory moves them to her black holder one by one with her small dainty hands. With a shy smile, she calls out a "Thanks."
"Look, guy, order something or I will hose you." I look over my shoulder, and Beth is holding the soda gun faced at the schmo in a business suit. I want to laugh, and yet, I shake my head to get rid of the mental pictures of her in my trunk. I walk over and calmly take the soda gun from her hand and return it to the holder. I didn’t miss that she let me do it with no resistance. Then I eye the guy in a pinstriped business suit.
“What can I get for you?”
The pinstriped prick looks me over with contempt, as if I am the problem. "Hey, I was talking to the lady,” he whines.
Shocked, I look at him and turn to Beth who half shrugs her right shoulder. I pick back up the soda gun and hand it to her, knowing the chaos will ensure.
Seconds later I hear "Ahh! What the hell was that for?"
Unable to stop myself, I chuckle as I walk to the south side of the bar. I may have to reserve killing her until after her shift. She is definitely a volatile pain in the ass, and I absolutely will end up killing her if we work together for too long, but… she does have one redeeming feature. She does not take shit from anyone, which means tonight is going to either be highly entertaining, or someone is going to call the cops on her. I am hoping for the cuffs.
I looked over the multitude of bodies that have arrived over the past three hours. Some are dancing against each other on the dance floor, and some are sitting at tables watching the dancers on the floor. I scan the tables and stop at Cory, who is taking an order from a table with several women with fake smiles, shiny shirts, spandex pants, and big grey and white fur boots.
One of the girls with a black shiny tank top and matching fur boots is glaring at her. The nasty tramp with fur boots says something that I can't hear, but I can tell whatever she says bothers Cory. The sweet, shy smile has disappeared and she has her eyes locked on her little note pad.
My chest fills with fire. Damnit Cory. Don’t let them get to you.
I watch as Cory finishes their order and walk quickly to the bar. I intercept her before she walks past me to Beth. I won’t let her cower from them. She is ten times the lady than any of them are.
“Ay! Cory.” I call out.
Cory tries to keep a half smile to appear friendly, but her eyes were glossy. The more I watch Cory struggle, the more irritated I feel.
“Do you need something?” She asks
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