the door.”
I laugh again. “It only took me thirty seconds.”
Mandy shrugs as she and Destinee walk in, hands clasped to each other’s. “I have a hot girlfriend.”
I can’t argue with her there. Destinee is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair and her make-up is always meticulously done. She stands a few inches shorter than Mandy and has curves in all the right places. She has the cutest clothes, too. Today she is wearing a white mini skirt and a pink tank top, and she has her feet in white wedge sandals. Mandy and Destinee had gotten together at the beginning of senior year. I’d had unlimited access to her closet. Her chest was considerably bigger than mine so her shirts were a little loose on me. Mandy and I liked to dress down, preferring jeans and t-shirts, but I always raided Destinee’s wardrobe when Matt and I were going somewhere special and I wanted to look extra hot.
Their taste in clothes weren’t the only difference between Destinee and Mandy. Destinee was a girly girl through and through. Her fingernails were always done at the salon while Mandy’s were bitten down to the quick and rarely had polish on them unless she relented and let Destinee paint them. Mandy was more of a Tom boy. She loved her video games and playing sports with the guys. When Mitch, Matt, Mandy, and I played basketball, I was always glad when they insisted it be boys vs girls. I would’ve had my ass handed to me if it weren’t for Mandy’s skills. I’d always told her she should go out for the team, but she said that was too competitive. She just liked it for fun.
Mandy immediately walks over and picks Sophie up from her bouncer.
“Thanks again so much, you two,” I say. “You’re life savers. I was supposed to be off tonight, but the boss called and asked if I wanted an extra shift. I couldn’t turn down the money.”
“It’s no problem,” Mandy insists. “We didn’t really have plans, anyway.”
I smile at her. “Well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower. I gotta leave in half an hour.”
I press a kiss to Sophie’s forehead and run off toward the bathroom. Half an hour later, I’m stepping into my sandals. I blow dried my hair and straightened it. I had also added a little make-up. I tug at my too tight t-shirt that showed off a little more cleavage than I was used to.
I try to look a little sexier when I go to work. It gives me better tips. I wear my tight jeans, too. It is a Wednesday night, one of our slowest, so I need all the extra help I can get.
“Hot mama!” Mandy cat calls when she turns and sees me leaning against the couch to put on my shoes.
I smile and shake my head. “Do you think it’s too much?”
She shakes her head. “Definitely not. Though I hope you have that baseball bat handy behind the bar. You may need it.”
I laugh out loud, kiss Sophie on the forehead, and tell the girls goodbye.
“You know the number to the bar if you need anything,” I tell Mandy.
“We got this, Mommy. Go have fun.”
“Oh, loads,” I say sarcastically.
But the truth is, I love my job. It can get a little tiresome having to deal with drunks, but I usually deal with regulars and they love me. It’s a local place and I know most people that go in there. They’re usually pretty chill and a lot of the older guys have become super protective of me, helping me out of a bind a time or two when a guy has come on too strongly. I like watching other people have fun and I like the hectic work of being a bartender.
I park my car and head inside the heavy, wooden doors. There are few regulars at the bar and a group of guys playing pool. Someone has put quarters in the juke box and it’s playing AC/DC . Marty, my boss, looks up from mixing a drink and smiles at me.
“Thank god you’re here!” he says. Marty is a nice guy. He’s in his mid-forties and this bar is his life. His dad owned it. Marty grew up sitting at the tables, doing his homework and watching the customers. He took over when his
I laugh again. “It only took me thirty seconds.”
Mandy shrugs as she and Destinee walk in, hands clasped to each other’s. “I have a hot girlfriend.”
I can’t argue with her there. Destinee is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair and her make-up is always meticulously done. She stands a few inches shorter than Mandy and has curves in all the right places. She has the cutest clothes, too. Today she is wearing a white mini skirt and a pink tank top, and she has her feet in white wedge sandals. Mandy and Destinee had gotten together at the beginning of senior year. I’d had unlimited access to her closet. Her chest was considerably bigger than mine so her shirts were a little loose on me. Mandy and I liked to dress down, preferring jeans and t-shirts, but I always raided Destinee’s wardrobe when Matt and I were going somewhere special and I wanted to look extra hot.
Their taste in clothes weren’t the only difference between Destinee and Mandy. Destinee was a girly girl through and through. Her fingernails were always done at the salon while Mandy’s were bitten down to the quick and rarely had polish on them unless she relented and let Destinee paint them. Mandy was more of a Tom boy. She loved her video games and playing sports with the guys. When Mitch, Matt, Mandy, and I played basketball, I was always glad when they insisted it be boys vs girls. I would’ve had my ass handed to me if it weren’t for Mandy’s skills. I’d always told her she should go out for the team, but she said that was too competitive. She just liked it for fun.
Mandy immediately walks over and picks Sophie up from her bouncer.
“Thanks again so much, you two,” I say. “You’re life savers. I was supposed to be off tonight, but the boss called and asked if I wanted an extra shift. I couldn’t turn down the money.”
“It’s no problem,” Mandy insists. “We didn’t really have plans, anyway.”
I smile at her. “Well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower. I gotta leave in half an hour.”
I press a kiss to Sophie’s forehead and run off toward the bathroom. Half an hour later, I’m stepping into my sandals. I blow dried my hair and straightened it. I had also added a little make-up. I tug at my too tight t-shirt that showed off a little more cleavage than I was used to.
I try to look a little sexier when I go to work. It gives me better tips. I wear my tight jeans, too. It is a Wednesday night, one of our slowest, so I need all the extra help I can get.
“Hot mama!” Mandy cat calls when she turns and sees me leaning against the couch to put on my shoes.
I smile and shake my head. “Do you think it’s too much?”
She shakes her head. “Definitely not. Though I hope you have that baseball bat handy behind the bar. You may need it.”
I laugh out loud, kiss Sophie on the forehead, and tell the girls goodbye.
“You know the number to the bar if you need anything,” I tell Mandy.
“We got this, Mommy. Go have fun.”
“Oh, loads,” I say sarcastically.
But the truth is, I love my job. It can get a little tiresome having to deal with drunks, but I usually deal with regulars and they love me. It’s a local place and I know most people that go in there. They’re usually pretty chill and a lot of the older guys have become super protective of me, helping me out of a bind a time or two when a guy has come on too strongly. I like watching other people have fun and I like the hectic work of being a bartender.
I park my car and head inside the heavy, wooden doors. There are few regulars at the bar and a group of guys playing pool. Someone has put quarters in the juke box and it’s playing AC/DC . Marty, my boss, looks up from mixing a drink and smiles at me.
“Thank god you’re here!” he says. Marty is a nice guy. He’s in his mid-forties and this bar is his life. His dad owned it. Marty grew up sitting at the tables, doing his homework and watching the customers. He took over when his
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