Post by ryan2 on Feb 4, 2013 0:31:50 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #333333 solid; border-bottom: 10px #333333 solid;] [ Horse: N/A ] [ Outfit: click ] [ Tagged: Parker ] If he had to make one more goddamned martini for one more goddamned wasted broad tonight he was 90% sure he'd kill himself. But, he smiled and nodded at the blonde in front of him, wearing a skintight mini dress who was drunkenly demanding a lemon drop martini. Such was the life of a bartender. It wasn't all bad though. The drunk chicks tipped him well because, as one smashed redhead had told him, his tattoos made him look "dangerous." Ryan didn't quite know why that made them tip him so well, but he wasn't going to argue with it. Friday nights at The Basement were loud and fast paced, just the way he preferred his bartending. However, it was around 2 AM and the party was slowly creeping to an end. Surprisingly, no one had thrown up (that he could see anyway). That was a first for "Flirty Fridays," where the martinis were $5 and the shots were bought by the dozen. As he was wiping down the bar top, a girl with telltale x's on the back of her hands approached him, a sly smile painted on her lips, topped with pink gloss. She leaned over the bar, showing a generous amount of cleavage. Ryan knew that in order to even gain admittance to The Basement, you needed to be 19, but this girl looked like she should still be in high school. "Can you get me a buttery nipple shot?" She purred, licking her pink lips. He raised his eyebrows, looking pointedly at the back of her hands. "No," He answered lightly, "But how about a coke?" She pouted prettily at him. "I can make it worth your while..." And she licked her lips again, slower this time. Ryan swallowed. "Look, you're cute, don't get me wrong. But you're not cute enough to lose my job over," He told her. Her eyes narrowed, and with a toss of her mane of jet black hair and a disdainful sniff, she was gone. Ryan shook his head. He was glad she'd left. He didn't know how much longer his resolve to keep his job would have held out. He went back to cleaning. Just another day at his crazy job. It could've been worse though, having hot teenagers trying to seduce him into giving them alcohol. It was definitely an ego boost, if nothing else. It beat making goddamned martinis. you're just an angel trying to love this mortal man |
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