That One Night
I adjusted the shirt of my uniform as I took in my appearance. My pristine looking white blouse always started out looking like this when my shift started. Before I even managed to make my way to the floor, something would end up happening to it every night before my shift had ended. Maybe I should explain myself a little further. I work in a bar, as a waitress. Now before you go 'oh it can't be that bad, you're a waitress'. Well I work in a bar in New York. That change your train of thought yet? I get to work for drunks and assholes of customers every day. In New York, that's ten times worse than the normal waitressing job. You'll do whatever you can to get money, and this is what i chose as my choice of income. Surprisingly, it gets easier having to go out there and put a smile on your face when all you want to do is punch them in the face, but no! You can't do that! You have to be so damn nice to everyone that walks into the building, whether they're an obnoxious pig or an absolute gentlemen. The job does have its perks, such as being around a lot of drama and half of the time being off on holidays so I guess that's a plus side. I just have to go day by day and pray to god I don't end up decking someone in the face.
The bar is crowded, even more so on a Friday night. Some Guns N' Roses coming through the four speakers at the main bar. The usual rowdy customers are already drunk of their ass. Surveying the tables and the multiple bar stools scattered around the establishments. My eyes landed on the front door as the bell above the door had gone off. Two men had entered, both overly tall. For some reasons, I couldn't keep my eyes off of one of them, the one with black hair. My god Annabel, pull yourself together. You're at work, STOP GAWKING AT STRANGERS!
Shaking my head, I begin to make my way over to their table. When I get a closer look at the man with the black hair, I notice some sort of badge clipped to his belt. Holy freaking crap I'm ogling a cop, holy hell. MY LUCK! I finish making my way towards the two men. When I finally reach their table, both of the men looked at me as I tried to focus my attention on what they want instead of the two men or the gold badge that's shining on the mans' belt line like a neon sign on the Vegas strip. The black-haired man turned to look me straight on, and I get a good look at him and holy shit are his eyes blue. I am not kidding, his eyes are so bright you can lose yourself very easily like I just did. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! I take my eyes of the man only for my eyes to be drawn to the other man that is sitting with him at the table. His blonde hair mixed with brown reflects slightly as the light hits it, as if he has hair gel in his hair. The mans greyish colored eyes look at me.
"Uhh... Miss, are you ok?" The blonde hair man asked as the other man, the one with black hair looked at me as well.
"Yes I'm fine." I shook my head to get out of the 'trance' I was in. "Can I get you guys anything?"
"Just two waters." The man with the black hair responded as he held up two fingers.
"You guys on duty tonight?" I asked, writing down the order. I mentally cringed as I just realised that I asked if they were cops. Now they're going to think I'm some fucking stalker.
They both gave me a look before the one with the blonde hair responds with "I am, my friends not. How did you know we were cops?" The man questioned me.
"Just a hunch. I'll be back with your drinks in a minute." Smooth recovery... NOT! As I go to turn around, one of the men whistles to get my attention. Seriously, what the fuck do they think I am a dog?
I snap around go give the guy a piece of my mind when I find out it's the guy with the black hair and I stop my current train of thought. Wow, since it's the guy with the black hair you don't say anything. Great double standards Annabel.
Gritting my teeth, I respond to him with "Yes, may I help you?"
"Do you have a name? Cause I'd like to be able to call your name instead of calling at ya like your some sort of dog." Well I'll be damned, he actually has respect towards complete strangers.
"It's Annabel." I turn my back on them and starts walking towards the bar to get their glasses of water. As I arrive at the bar, a co-worker of mine Tanya, who I happen to be good friends with is working the bar. Since she's currently not making any drinks, she turns her bright hazel eyes on me.
"I see you got the two gorgeous men sitting at table number 6." I just smile as I duck under the counter and walk over to the area where we keep the glasses at.
"The one with the black hair, you should definitely hook up with him." Oh my god, she actually said that. Well, that's Tanya for you.
"I'm not having a one stand with a guy who's name I don't even know." I grab two glasses and begin to fill them with water and ice.
"Fine then, get his name THEN sleep with him. One night, quick and slutty." In case you haven't noticed, Tanya is a very crude person.
"Tanya, I'm not sleeping with the guy! I don't care how good-looking he is!" I grab the two full glasses of water and start making my way towards their table again. I make my way through the crowds of people to finally reach their table. When I go to put the glasses on the table, some drunk that's stumbling by bumps into me, and I spill the glasses of water on my white shirt. SHIT.
Without thinking about it, I drop set the glasses down on the table and dash off towards the bathroom, leaving them speechless. I ran off so quickly cause all I have on under this shirt is a black bra and If I would have stayed there, it would have been a disaster! Once I reach the bathroom, I lock the door and take off my shirt. Standing over the sink, I wring the shirt out as much as I can and eventually it is just slightly damp. As I'm slipping the shirt back on my shoulders, there's a quick knock on the door.
"Hey, everything ok in there?" A mans' voice comes through the door. I recognize the voice as of the man with the black hair. Wait, why is he asking if I'm ok? That's kind of creepy.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you asking?" As It comes out, I instantly regret it because it sounds incredibly bitchy.
"Well ya ran out of there like a bat outta hell. What's the rush?" I just have the image in my head of him crossing his arms across his chest. To avoid telling him the REAL reason, I change subjects.
"Not to be rude here but I don't know you, so there's no way In hell I'm telling you why." I hear a laugh come from the other side of the door.
"Name's Don. Now would you do me a favor and open the door slightly so I can give you a towel?" Thank god he has a towel! I walk by the door and opens to find Don with a small white towel in his hands. As I look at him and grab the towel from his hand, I notice he's looking at me wide-eyed. He swallows hard as he avoids my eyes. That's when I realise; my shirt's hanging open giving him a good view of my bra.
Hastly, I drop the towel and start to button up my shirt in front of him. He bends to pick up the towel.
"Sorry about that, I forgot that my shirt was hanging open." I'm so embarrassed that I start blushing uncontrollably. I manage to some what hide it when he comes back up.
"Don't worry about it, I've seen worse as a detective. Besides It's not like I didn't appreciate the gesture." My mouth drops open as Don sticks the towel In my hand.
"I'm kidding. I gotta get back to my friend so hope everything dries well." Don gives me the smallest of smiles as he begins walking back towards the tables. Ok, what just fucking happened? He sort of hit on me in a way. Let's not forget I showed this guy my bra and he's almost a complete stranger, Tanya would be SO proud!
I pat myself down with the towel quickly then making sure my shirts buttoned this time before heading back out towards the bar. When I get back to main area, Tanya looks at me as she raises her eyebrow with a mischievous look in her eyes. Then as make my way back towards the tables, I notice that Don and his friend are no longer sitting at their table. As I now walk over towards their table, I notice a 10 dollar bill on the table along with a business card next to it. I pick up both the money and the card. When I read the card, it has Don's name on it along with his number. On the back of the card, he wrote "Call me when your dry AND your shirts buttoned".
Smirking, I stick the card in my pocket as I continue on with my work day.