Blood On My Hands (New)

on the rocks.

I wiped the counter down multiple times and began to rinse out multiple glasses while scanning the crowd. Tonight was busy and the bar was full, but I still took time to make sure everything was clean . I never mentioned that I got a job as a bartender here, it was at a club called "Myx" . Suprisingly Alize got me this job, she apparently knows the club owner and got me working here even at my young age. Im not allowed to drink at the club but I know what i'm doing when it comes to bartending. My boss gave me the name "Blue Moon" so of my customers would call that because blue is my favorite color, and of course Luna meant moon So it made sense and I accepted it..

There was a caucasian woman on the end who had one to many shots of vodka, her once calm aura was now rambunctious and loud. A couple of dudes trying to spit game and buy drinks for nearly every female organism in the club, and one of the dancers who worked here. I hummed to the music playing as the light glowed a royal blue. A young man with a bucket hat walked up to the counter and sat down slamming his card on the granite top.

"Hennessey on the Rocks?" He said raising an eyebrow, I chuckled at him, he had been here every single day since i'd been working at Myx, and he would order the same thing after flashing his card in my face. His name was Chance and we were acquaintances at the moment. He had just turned 21 a month earlier and was obviously taking advantage of the age limit on drinking.

No one came up to the bar for a couple of minutes as the Dj's music choices became more appealing bringing people on the dance floor and away from the bar. I appreciated the small break I was given until it was interrupted by a tall, built, caramel skinned man with short curly hair walking over and sitting on the stool. "Can I get you something?" I said preparring to make the usual Gin,Vodka, Hennessy or Whiskey but instead what he ordered suprised me.

"Do you happen to know of a deep smoky blue?" He said with a concerned look on his face.

I raised a brow at him and my eyes widened , pretty much only bartenders know of a deep smoky blue which meant he knows his stuff. I smirked and got the martini glass and barcardi, a pinch of rasberry blue kool-aid mix to add color and flavor. I then went into the freezer put on my gloves and got a small cubed sized peice of dry ice and plopped it in the drink . The top of the drink began to fog from the ice giving it the "smoky" look. He sipped the drink and clenched his eyes shut before sighing in relief.

"You cant find many who can make these this good." He said flashing his white teeth and shaking the glass a little. I blushed from his compliment as he slid a 100$ tip on the counter .

100$!
For a smoky blue?
How much does this nigga have?

Wealthy people were always alien to me when I was younger. They were like unicorns, I could never actually believe they existed even though I wanted to.

I grabbed the bill and put it in my money pouch before thanking him desperately. He just winked and walked off but not until mentioning his name with a voice that flowed like the sweetest of syrup. "Chresanto, i'm Chresanto." I felt my cheeks burn from his gesture since I normally get a number on a napkin. But this time it was different. He was a gentleman, or so I thought.

-Outside-

ΩChresantoΩ

"Come on Steel..yeah I talked to the daughter..I aint make any strong moves yet, I aint trying to get her to catch on..Hell fuckin yeah..Alize thought she could run..we got her ass now."

A/N should I continue?.. Will put up the next 3 chapters in a week if I get enough postitive feedback. 2/24