The Bartender

Chapter 1

"Hey April" Wayne greeted pulling me out of my daydream.
"Oh hi Wayne.  You leaving early?"
With a small smile he answered.
" Oh yeah but Mike's in charge you don't  have to worry"

Thank God!Cause honestly I wasn't  in the mood to have to deal with drunk bitches.

"That is a relief"

"Hey look you can take tomorrow off if you want, you seem so exhausted"

Wayne said with concern written  all over his features.

He's  so sweet but I need the cash.
"Wayne you know  how much I need the money, even  if I want to I can't have a day off"

He just smiled a knowing  smile and jogged  off.

" Alright  gotta run see you"
"Bye Wayne"

Wayne  is my boss and my best friend's brother, i just happen to need a job badly  about a year  ago when my family  was going  through  a rough time, Miley had told me about  BOTS which is owned  by her brother and well here I am working  as a damn Bartender.

Yeah my family's  situation  is that bad.

" Whisky, make it double"

A man who looked to be in his early forties ordered.

Initiating my fake smile I answered.

"Right up. "

Quickly  mixing up the drink I placed it in front of him and he quickly drowned it down his throat.

My first month at this club was nightmare, considering the fact that I don't drink,it was really hard to fit in and have to deal with.  The smell of sweat, smoke and alcohol everyday of the week was pain..

God and the loud music!!

BOTS opens from 8:00pm to 2:30 am everyday making it very popular in the long run.

Wayne takes his business very serious, he literally puts his work first before anything.

The pay is good.... Way too good that I some times think Wayne just started paying that well  because  of me.

I'm talking about five hundred dollars a week.

Yep in a month i make Two thousand dollars!

So I can't  really  complain  right, and besides I'm beginning to enjoy my job.

I glanced down at my phone and sighed when it was still 10:30pm.
"Here's the bill, keep the change."
The middle aged man said slipping a hundred dollar bill on the island.
"Thanks" I said happily  taking the tip.

"Vodka" a young boy yelled above the loud music.
" Ice?" I asked
With a smirk, the  boy who looked younger than 21  answered.
"I like my drink strong no, thank you"

I simply granted his wish, not before rolling my eyes at him.

Many of these kids just walk in here with fake Id cards, what actually pisses  me off is that they look so young making it very  obvious that it's  fake. But hey! This is Boston, whatever that's on document really matters.

Time went by very slowly, but finally it was time for me to close my day.
I packed my stuff after I changed back into my casual outfit and headed out making sure Marcus And Maria locked up. Wayne  trusts me with my job.

The street of Boston was still lively intentionally ignoring  the fact that it's  so early in the morning,  it's  very simple, those that would sleep slept and those that didn't  just stayed awake. I drove down town to my street hoping that my mother didn't stay awake to wait for me.