I examined myself in the mirror, making sure that every sign of stress and lack of sleep were not visible. I brushed my long fawn blonde/brown hair over my face and put it in a high ponytail. I did my makeup in a nude style, trying to hide the bags under my eyes with out my face looking caked.
It was only three years ago, when my mom kicked me out. To her I wasn't good enough and a waste, so she just kicked me out. I tried to live with my dad, but he never seemed to interested in me.Now I live in a one bedroom apartment with my pit bull, Dozer. I work two jobs to pay for my basic life necessities and to fuel my alcohol habit. I've tried the AA meetings, but it never helped, all I did was waste two hours of my life twice a week to just listen to everyone's life problems and be bothered to tell them mine. I never seen how it helped so I just stopped going.
I put my makeup brush down and examined my face. The bags under my eyes looked like they were never there, I looked healthier and my face didn't look as pale. I drowned myself in perfume,grabbed my things, and said good bye to Dozer.
I started walking to the club where I bar tended, it wasn't that bad, I'm just glad that I wasn't a stripper.
Tonight was a calm night, it felt muggy, but it was nice. The aroma of food was in the air, couples were walking and laughing together, the town center stores lights aluminated the side walk, right to the club that I worked at.
The music blared, lights flashed, and I was almost invisible under the black light. I greeted my fellow bartender and best friend,Lolita.
"Tonight's gonna be a busy one." she said not even looking at me.
"Yeah." I chuckled
"You know what?" I asked
"What?"
"I wish we'd get tipped as much as the strippers do."
"Exactly! We have to serve them alcohol half naked so why can't we get big bucks too." She laughed.
"Yeah!" I laughed
A man who looked like he was in his twenties came up to the bar, I couldn't make out his facial features though.
"A shot of rum please." He said clearly.
"Coming up!" I replied
I walked over to Lolita's side when she stopped me.
"Lucky you." She snickered
"What?" I asked extremely confused by her comment.
"That guy over there....he's cute."
"Oh shut up you sound like some high school girl-" I stopped "You know what....he's actually really cute." I said.
He had hair swept over to the side but it fit him, he had dirty blonde hair, hazel/green eyes, and a killer jawline. From what I could see, it looked like he was wearing a white t shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of black denim pants. He kind of looked like a Calvin Klein model to me.
"Hey, Lolita , hand me the rum bottle that is legit right next to you."
She handed me the goods and I grabbed a shot glass from under the counter. I poured him the shot and gave it to him.
"Another one please." He asked.
I gave him another shot.
"Keep them coming."
I rolled my eyes. I felt slightly bad for him, I wondered if he came alone, or if he lived within walking distance.
Lolita called me over.
"What the hell do you want!" I playfully spat out.
"Nothing....I just wanted to bother you." She laughed.
I rolled my eyes at her and scoffed.
"Can't you see that I'm busy!?" I laughed.
The night continued to drag on, I made drinks, got tipped, and there was the occasional drunk guy with the song request and then realizing that this is the bar and not the DJ booth.
Lolita and I clocked out and left at about 12:30. We walked and talked about what we were going to do for the rest of the week. Lolita and I only worked the weekends.
I enjoyed Lolita, we've known each other since fifth grade. She was only a year older than me. She was short, had tan skin, very long thick black hair, and huge brown eyes. She was a single mom with two kids, Joy and Sam, she has a similar situation- busting her ass to provide.
