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If chaos had a definition I think it would be defined perfectly by me. My life's in shambles. I can't exactly say it's ever been perfect but I honestly never remember it being this fucked up. I work at a bar almost every night of the week serving drunk assholes who are too depressed with their own pathetic lives they come here to talk with other drunk assholes about their pathetic lives. Sound repetitive? Yeah well it is. Every day I wake up get dressed in a moderately sexy outfit do my hair and make up to look half decent then leave my run down, dusty, damp and disgusting apartment to work for a sleaze bag boss serving those quote 'drunk assholes' just to pay my rent. I guess you could say my life sucks and yeah I guess it does 80 percent of the week. The other 20 percent I spend either with gay berry and lady Hummel, out somewhere with my on again off again boyfriend puck or I'm at home watching movies wishing my life was more like coyote ugly, you know get the guy be happy whatever. But it's not so who cares right?
"Santana snap the fuck out of it and start serving" my boss Barry was a perverted douche bag but he paid my rent so I had to listen to him. I groaned and tried to put on my best 'customer friendly' smile that really didn't work because I just don't care.
"Hi, what can I get you" I was completely disinterested in the probably homeless dude standing in front of me. He slurred back something that was unrecognisable and I knew if I didn't cut him off it would be a violation straight up. "Look sorry I can't serve you I'm going to have to cut you off. I can get you a water if..."
"I... don't want fucking water you bitch I want a scotch… NOW" he yelled waving his hands around. I could swear there was a vein popping out of his head. He was gross.
"Barry I need your help please" I called out. I quickly turned back to the man who was clearly about to lose his shit. "Look sir I'm sorry but you're really intoxicated I can't serve you. It's against the law." I protested. "Barry a little assistance for fuck sake" I screamed out pleading for him to come help me but of course he was nowhere to be seen.
"No you listen to me you little Mexican slut I want a fucking scotch and I want it now." He slurred most of his words even spitting a little. He was positively plastered and he was huge. How would I be able to get him out without my dumbass boss? I guess I'll just have to give him a little bit of Lima heights and hope that it works.
"Okay first of all you pathetic drunken piece of shit I'm not Mexican I'm Spanish so you can just take yourself back to hick town right now. Second of all who the fuck do you think you are calling me a slut. You're a homeless, drunk, smelly, pathetic, putrid freak. So how about you get out of my bar before I call the cops and have you removed. Go to another fucking bar I don't care but get out of this one or you'll land yourself in a jail cell with the rest of your inbreed cousins." I hissed back at the man. He looked confused for a second but then laughed at me, me Santana Lopez. No one laughs at me. "Alright then boozy mc fucktard lets see who's laughing in about 5 seconds" I reached down behind the bar and pulled out a wooden baseball bat. I raised it up in the air ready to knock him out when he started backing away from the bar.
"Okay crazy. I'm going alright just calm the fuck down" he cowered away and soon he was out of the bar and walking off down the street. I just smiled to myself and put the bat back behind the bar. We had to deal with jerks like him all the time but normally there was a guy here to help me so I felt proud of myself.
I looked up to see how many people where in the bar and realised there was more than I had thought. In the far right corner near the pool table there was about 4 young guys staring at me with their mouths wide and drinks in hand. On the other side was our usual customers on a Friday night talking amongst themselves and not even noticing my almost fight. But right at the back of the bar was a strange group of girls. All three had blonde hair and they were staring at me as if I was crazy. All but one. The tallest of the three. She was toned had blonde hair past her boobs and by the look of it beautiful blue eyes. She was gorgeous and I've never seen someone look so amazing. We locked eyes and it felt like everyone else just disappeared. She just stood smiling at me and I'm sure I was doing the same thing.
I shook myself out of my thoughts and smiled at everyone. "Sorry about that. Sometimes the bar gets a little crazy on Friday nights" I laughed. They were all still staring at me like I was some lunatic who just kicked a puppy. That man wasn't a damn puppy, he was a crazy asshole. "Uhh how about I buy you all one drink. It's on the house so pick your poison" I smiled hoping this would make them forget what just happened. They all rushed up to the bar eager to get the most expensive drink we had.
One by one I served the people and each one said I was awesome for giving them a free drink. I couldn't really muster up the energy to give a fuck so I just smiled and nodded at them just so they knew I was listening. I looked up and realised I had served everyone but the three blondes at the back who were now flicking through the jukebox together. "She does have a nice ass" I whispered to myself. This girl was wearing black skinny jeans a white v neck and an amazing red leather jacket with killer red heals. She definitely has style there's no denying the girl that.
I wouldn't say I'm gay but I hooked up with a girl once in high school and it was nice, better than any time I've kissed puck. He always smelt like pot and cheeseburgers. But girls well they were different. They smelt sweet and their lips tasted even better. Sometimes I laugh because it reminds me of the song 'I kissed a girl' by Katy Perry. I'm sure she has hooked up with girls because she was sort of right in that song.
"Santana what is this shit" yelled Barry from the back store room. I sighed and walked back past the store room doors to find him.
"What" I called. He was standing in the middle of the stock room with a piece of paper in his hand glaring at me.
"why is there 5 boxed of vodka, 2 boxes of absinth and exactly 7 fucking cartons of imported beer missing from back here" he turned red and started pacing up and down the isle of alcohol. I looked at him confused not really knowing what to say because I had no idea what happened to it. "Well are you going to tell me or are you going to stand there like an idiot while I try to wrap my mind around this fucking bullshit"
"I don't know what ha..." I cut myself off remembering I had puck and his drop kick 'band mates' here last night. "Fucking puck" I hissed.
"Puck? Who the fuck is puck" he groaned.
"He is my boyfriend who was here last night. It was busy and he must have come back here when I was serving. I'm sorry I… I didn't know" I protested. Barry threw his hands up throwing the paper in the air.
"Well fuck me up the ass then we just lost crucial stock because you can't control a deadbeat good for nothing little prick" his eyes were popping out of his head and he was yelling at me like I was the one who stole the alcohol.
"I didn't take the shit okay? Calm down I'll talk to him and get it back and whatever he drank can come out of my pay check" I mistakenly said. I can't afford to lose money especially not now. Fuck puck.
"You're damn right it will. You'll be working double shifts every day for a month to make this up Santana. You sort your boyfriend out and I mean it. He is not allowed back in my bar again. Understand" he looked at me like a father looks at their kid when they do something monumentally wrong and disappointing.
"Yeah got it." I spoke softly. I'm never really embarrassed or angry at things puck does but this is different, this is my job and he can't do this. I turned around and went back out to the front and seen that mostly everyone had left but the three girls by the jukebox. I decided I should go over and ask if they want their free drink now that everyone was gone. As I walked up to them I noticed the shorter one had a few tattoos on her arms and the middle height one looked really preppy. "Uhh excuse me. Hi" I called from behind them. They all turned around at the same time looking me up and down like I was some fresh new meat for them to devour. "Whoa okay. Hi I'm the crazy barmaid um… can I get you girls your free drink I offered before?" they all looked at each other and smiled like they knew some massive secret I was yet to find out.
"No thanks we don't drink" the smaller blonde said in the sweetest yet most sarcastic tone I've ever heard. "And we are leaving anyway." They smiled at me and started to walk away.
"My... My names Santana by the way" I managed to choke out before they got to the door. They all turned around again in a creepy unison.
The shortest one was first to talk. "I'm Dani this is Quinn" she said sweetly pointing at the middle girl then she pointed at the tallest girl "and this is Brittany" they all smiled and waved.
"Cool. Nice to meet you" I smiled and waved awkwardly back. The girls just turned around and walked out. Just before they got out the door Brittany turned around smiling and winking at me .She was definitely different from the other two. She had a light about her I just couldn't seem to break away from. I definitely wanted to get to know these girls. You never know maybe I could even make friends. I shivered at the thought. I never make friends, I hate people and they suck.
I packed up and walked out of the bar after closing everything up. I set the alarm and closed the door sighing to myself. I knew these next few weeks would be hell because of all the double shifts Barry has rostered me on for but I knew I only had one person to blame and that person was puck. Sometimes I wonder why I'm with him still after all these years and all the shit he has put me through.
In high school he hooked up with all the girls in our grade even ones younger and I'm pretty sure he was fucking all the old women he worked for. 'Cleaning pools' sure I bet that's what he was doing. I on the other hand never did that. It's not my style to sleep around yet puck and most of the people who know me think it is.
Puck only got worse as the years went on. He got some crazy dream in his head that he was going to be a rock star so he got some of his 'boys' together and started a band, the puckheads. I suppose I couldn't expect anything better from him. They aren't that bad and they even manage to book gigs every other week but it doesn't pay their rent, or even come close. He decided about a year ago to start selling drugs and I knew it was a bad idea but he seems to think it's the only way to live in New York and still do what he loves.
I love puck I know I do but I also know I'm not in love with him anymore. I feel like there's a big something missing from my life and I just can't seem to figure out what that something is. Sure I have dreams and aspirations but right now none of them are realistic. I don't have the time nor do I have the money to book a studio and record songs. That has to wait. My mama has been on my back for months about college and I keep telling her I'm working and saving to go to college. I'm just hoping my 'working and saving' plan doesn't become my life long career. If you could even call it a career.
I dragged myself up the stairs to my apartment. Each stair creaking as I stepped on them. I got to the top and unlocked my door. I was so tired that I just couldn't bring myself to move further. I didn't want to go into this place. It felt like everything bad that ever happened to me is symbolized by this apartment. The walls were cracked and had holes in them. The majority of the windows were either smashed or cracked and there was a hole in my roof covered with a large sheet of metal to stop the rain. My landlord is a lazy prick who doesn't fix shit all in this place. The water cuts in and out all the time because the old guy downstairs gets most of the pressure and my toilet doesn't flush properly. You could say my place is the worst in New York but it sure as hell beats sleeping on the streets so I'll take what I can get or more so, afford at this point.
I grunted and walked inside slamming the door shut behind me which was apparently a bad idea because it broke right off its hinges. "Are you fucking kidding me right now" I screamed out. All I wanted to do was scream. I walked over and managed so somewhat get the door back on. It was bodgie but it will do for now. It seems like nothing could go right for me and maybe it never will. The only thing in my apartment that's of any importance to me is my bed. It's my sacred ground and I'm so happy I managed to afford it because I couldn't keep sleeping on the couch.
I slowly undressed when I walked into my room and climbed into my bed. I relaxed instantly. The warmth and comfort overwhelming my entire body. This truly was my favourite thing in the world. I glanced over at my clock and seen that it was 1:11am "oh how lucky... make a wish Santana" I whispered to myself. I closed my eyes and wished for a better fucking apartment that isn't going to collapse on me. I smiled to myself and rolled over closing my eyes again. It didn't take long for sleep to overcome me.
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