front.”
Stepping outside, I found a small wall to sit on.
Dante had been such an asshole on the phone, but he did get my head out of the clouds. I knew better than to open myself up, yet Holden had found a way in. He’d been wrong though. This pain hurts like a motherfucker and is not worth the little amount of time I got to spend with him.
At least the temptation of his offer was off the table now.
Bile rose in my throat as I handed the cab driver a hundred bucks for driving me thirty miles to work, in traffic, just so I would get here on time. That was almost every dollar I had. If I’d been thinking straight and had more time, I would’ve taken the bus or the metro. I was only covered for tonight’s stay at the motel, so now I had to figure out how I was going to pay for more days. Fuck, this shit was going to weigh heavy on me for the next fucking week. I said a silent prayer that a big tipper would sit in my section tonight, though I knew better than to hold my breath.
The stink of garbage and stale beer hit me the moment I stepped through the back door of the bar. It wouldn’t take anytime at all for me to smell the same. Even the scent of Holden’s shampoo in my hair would be no match for the bar stench.
I still couldn’t shake that call from Dante. After all these months of knowing him, I didn’t think we were close friends or anything, but dammit, he didn’t have to be such an asshole. I spent the entire drive wracking my brain about it. The only thing that came to mind was maybe Holden recently stood up for us, and that’s what set Dante off. It didn’t matter at this point how I felt about Holden, I wasn’t going to come between him and family.
Shaking my head, I strolled into the break room and tossed my things into one of the lockers. The rusty metal doors were similar to my old school lockers, nothing like the beautiful ones at Holden’s fancy gym. As I wrapped a short apron around my waist, Trudy, my co-worker for the night, strutted in. Yet another female that rubbed me the wrong way. She was tall, thin, and would probably be beautiful if it hadn’t been for the smug look that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face.
Besides her bitchy attitude, I had absolutely no respect for her. She was screwing around with Sam, the married owner of the bar. As a result, she got away with murder. I’d walked in on them in his office more times than I’d like to count, and to my utter disgust, was invited to join them on occasion.
No, thank you.
I’d often wonder how different things might be around here if Sam’s wife ever found out.
“You know, you’d probably get more tips if you had a better ass.” And there it was, the first dig of the night.
I never replied to Trudy’s snide comments, it would only fuel her sarcasm. Plus, I didn’t give a fuck about her opinion. My ass was just fine. And Holden didn’t seem to complain.
I huffed out a breath, wondering if my mind was going to keep going back to him all night. A small part of me almost wished I’d never met him or had a taste of what it could be like. Fate had just found another way to mind fuck me, and now I’d have to carry around the pain of what could’ve been.
Pushing past her, I slipped the few bucks I had left into the apron pocket, headed down the hall and waved to the cook as I made my way to the bar. I’d learned early on that the cooks and the bartenders were the ones I really needed to be nice to. If they didn’t like me, my orders would get messed up like Trudy’s often were, and we had to pay for our mistakes out of our own pockets. It wouldn’t be worth working here if I had to give my hard earned money back every night.
I walked toward the main floor to greet the bartender, but when I rounded the corner, I found the owner, Sam, behind the bar. That was both good and bad. With him making the drinks, I knew all my orders would be correct, but I also knew mine would come after Trudy’s.
Stepping outside, I found a small wall to sit on.
Dante had been such an asshole on the phone, but he did get my head out of the clouds. I knew better than to open myself up, yet Holden had found a way in. He’d been wrong though. This pain hurts like a motherfucker and is not worth the little amount of time I got to spend with him.
At least the temptation of his offer was off the table now.
Bile rose in my throat as I handed the cab driver a hundred bucks for driving me thirty miles to work, in traffic, just so I would get here on time. That was almost every dollar I had. If I’d been thinking straight and had more time, I would’ve taken the bus or the metro. I was only covered for tonight’s stay at the motel, so now I had to figure out how I was going to pay for more days. Fuck, this shit was going to weigh heavy on me for the next fucking week. I said a silent prayer that a big tipper would sit in my section tonight, though I knew better than to hold my breath.
The stink of garbage and stale beer hit me the moment I stepped through the back door of the bar. It wouldn’t take anytime at all for me to smell the same. Even the scent of Holden’s shampoo in my hair would be no match for the bar stench.
I still couldn’t shake that call from Dante. After all these months of knowing him, I didn’t think we were close friends or anything, but dammit, he didn’t have to be such an asshole. I spent the entire drive wracking my brain about it. The only thing that came to mind was maybe Holden recently stood up for us, and that’s what set Dante off. It didn’t matter at this point how I felt about Holden, I wasn’t going to come between him and family.
Shaking my head, I strolled into the break room and tossed my things into one of the lockers. The rusty metal doors were similar to my old school lockers, nothing like the beautiful ones at Holden’s fancy gym. As I wrapped a short apron around my waist, Trudy, my co-worker for the night, strutted in. Yet another female that rubbed me the wrong way. She was tall, thin, and would probably be beautiful if it hadn’t been for the smug look that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face.
Besides her bitchy attitude, I had absolutely no respect for her. She was screwing around with Sam, the married owner of the bar. As a result, she got away with murder. I’d walked in on them in his office more times than I’d like to count, and to my utter disgust, was invited to join them on occasion.
No, thank you.
I’d often wonder how different things might be around here if Sam’s wife ever found out.
“You know, you’d probably get more tips if you had a better ass.” And there it was, the first dig of the night.
I never replied to Trudy’s snide comments, it would only fuel her sarcasm. Plus, I didn’t give a fuck about her opinion. My ass was just fine. And Holden didn’t seem to complain.
I huffed out a breath, wondering if my mind was going to keep going back to him all night. A small part of me almost wished I’d never met him or had a taste of what it could be like. Fate had just found another way to mind fuck me, and now I’d have to carry around the pain of what could’ve been.
Pushing past her, I slipped the few bucks I had left into the apron pocket, headed down the hall and waved to the cook as I made my way to the bar. I’d learned early on that the cooks and the bartenders were the ones I really needed to be nice to. If they didn’t like me, my orders would get messed up like Trudy’s often were, and we had to pay for our mistakes out of our own pockets. It wouldn’t be worth working here if I had to give my hard earned money back every night.
I walked toward the main floor to greet the bartender, but when I rounded the corner, I found the owner, Sam, behind the bar. That was both good and bad. With him making the drinks, I knew all my orders would be correct, but I also knew mine would come after Trudy’s.
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