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On the corner of Marsh and Nipomo Street in sunny San Luis California sat a beautiful old time Irish pub. The name on the building was McCarthy's, but the last McCarthy had sold it to a cousin. Mack O'Fallon was the cousin who came into owning the pub that was in need of much renovation. He had built it into a place of regular attendance and good service. His collection ranged from fine wines to in home moonshine.
His help, although good, was in short supply. The attitude of Mack O'Fallon was distasteful to most. The occasional college student could put up with him for monthly rent. Soon they would tire and leave due to unreasonable demands. Only one student had stayed and kept her job for more than the standard. She needed the steady pay check for rent. Her apartments were a fair distance, but the commute was beneficial.
Her life had been troublesome since she first converted oxygen to carbon dioxide. Her nurse maid had died hours after her entrance into the world. They found her in a closet of her home clawed to death. Mother and Father had met their untimely departure after she too had departed for college.
She had made a name for herself as a jinx. If anything could go wrong it would go wrong. She would have her back pack ripped to shreds at least once a month, her assignments would sometimes by drooled on, and often the locks on her apartment were mangled or even changed. Many believed she had a dog at home, she never owned animals and was alone at home most of the time.
Now, with a college education and a degree, she was working full time at McCarthy's. She was attempting to make some money and then look for a higher paying job. At this time now she was waiting tables in the older part of the bar, back where all of the hard drunks concealed themselves.
"Hey sweet cheeks my friend here needs a refill" a burly old red head called to me. His pungent odor filled the old pub. His so called friend sat there snickering. He looked like one of those kids who was the bullies side kick, small, hyena like laugh, the works. He looked like a businessmen, ring on his finger and glasses in his pocket. His wife probably thought he was still at work.
My eyes snapped back toward the pair. "What can I get for you?" I felt my hair fly perfectly into place. I flashed him a chemically whitened smile that reflected well off of the dim lights. I smiled but I knew my eyes were giving off the double meaning, the red head's eyes got bigger than his gut.
The squirrel of a man gulped before saying "another Corona miss." His face fell down to the empty bottle in front of him. He began twiddling his thumbs and trying not to make eye contact with me.
"Coming right up" I grabbed his empty and threw it in the trash. The shattering of beer bottles echoed through the pub. My smile faded as I turned away from the sad lonely pair. My hands fumbled underneath the counter trying to locate the desired alcoholic beverage. I had the order memorized, left and back Bud Light, left and forward Dos Equis, right and back Corona, right and front Samuel Adams. The bar had better beer closer to the door, my supply was for the jolly rednecks.
"Wynne!" Mack called from the other side of the bar. "Come here." Mack was my boss and was a commanding sexist bastard who didn't understand me or his girl friend. I knew he only had hired me for the percentage and extra money I represented. Also the fact I was a major help in bringing in guys, and kept them coming back didn't hurt the business.
"Give me a minute." I gave him a snide smile in return. My hands reached underneath and to the right for the Corona. I popped the top off with one hand and grabbed a coaster with the other. "Here you are, I hope it's as good as your last one." I smiled and turned to the major pain in my pay check. "Yes Mack? What is it now?"
His beady eyes cocked menacingly, a slight flip of his greasy hair and what could pass as a smile grew across his grimy face. "We have a new employee."
"What? It only takes two of us to run this pub!" I felt my eyes light up and my lip curl over my teeth. He was joking no way would he give a new position that would involve a loss of income.
"I'm working half time now. So now you have a new partner to teach." he turned away and showed me the new partner. Unveiling him like he was some sort of prize on a low level game show. "His name is Dustin MacEntire." As Mack moved out of the way I looked over with a roll of my eyes. That was when I really saw him, the guy stood beside Mack was about six foot two inches, brown hair, bright green eyes, and a muscular build. I had to watch myself to make sure I wasn't drooling and do a double check on my jaw position.
"Hey, I'm Wynne Jane, Dustin is it?" he shook his head in that wet dog kind of way only guys can do. "Ok I will show you the ropes. Mack you done here don't you have a dark alley to stalk?" Mack left in a huff and the new boy stood there ready to work. I could almost see his excitement building. "So what do you know about this business?"
"Well I went to a three week crash course on bartending." he gave a quick smile and a flip of his hair. My knees started to buckle, this guy was like Abercrombie and Fitch model hot. What was he doing in downtown San Luis with a figure like that? I couldn't wrap my mind around this kid.
Shaking that thought out of my head, I continued, "Alright something they wouldn't have told you is how to use your looks to influence people to come back." his head tilted slightly to the right and a confused look fell across his face. "You got cute eyes and a nice smile. Your muscles are a definite plus. You need to work in the brightly lit area. Show off your smile and flirt a little with each female customer. Not in front of the others though. Got it?"
"Why don't you work in the well lit areas? I think that you would do fine." his sincerity was almost palpable. I felt my gag reflex come into play. What a schmuck.
"Flirt with the customers not me. If you have any questions just ask." I turned away from him, and walked over to my area. Mack had placed me in the dim section because it hid my lack of upper body. Mack worked the well lit section with all of the girls and I got the privilege of working in the dim with the perverse men.
"Thank you." his green eyes lit up perfectly underneath the bright lights in the front of the pub. He would do well there, the perfection of his hair and everything. I shook my head methodically while I tried not to stare into his eyes.
"Glad you joined us baby." My face cringed as I heard the crudeness of my customers. They were almost as bad as the homeless men out behind the dumpsters.
"Only three more hours of work to go" I said to calm myself. "What can I get you boys?" I faked sincerity so well to them. Though they probably had enough alcohol to tide them over into next Christmas. Their hangovers would be horrendous but they would still come back for more. Nasty stuff alcohol, it beats you down but you come back for more.