All together there were six women, so there were five other women she had to contend with to get this job. Most of them were busty, all trying to flirt with the three men at the bar. As Phoebe waited for her turn, the girl next to her kept fiddling with her exposed pockets on her shapely thighs. Sure Phoebe was a few inches shorter than her but this Heather Blaise girl was so fidgety.
"I don't know how to make a Blue Hawaiian." She whispered to Phoebe.
"In order it's Vodka, Rum, Curacao, pine apple juice and with sweet and sour." Phoebe said. "I wonder what a bourbon in there instead of rum would taste like." She said seeing the bourban bottle on the back shelf behind the bar.
Of all the training she had, and stuff like mixing, Phoebe considered creating something a little different, for the sake of the bar. This was no New York bar, it looked like an after thought. Not that Matt wasn't trying hard enough, but he obviously didn't really know how to run one and that bar manager was of no help either. Phoebe hadn't even met the bar manager, wasn't a manager the one that did the hiring for the owner? It was obvious that Matt Anoa'i didn't have his focus on the bar, not like the restaurant.
After about twenty minutes, it was Heather's turn at the bar. She walked towards the three men, Dean Ambrose's eyes were on the woman's ass that was walking away. As the two women passed, Phoebe saw the other woman hit Heather's shoulder with hers. The other woman laughed, leaving Heather to rub her shoulder. Phoebe looked at the large breasted woman who now stood next to her.
"That chick has no chance." Justine, that was her name, said looking at Phoebe.
"At least she's trying." Phoebe replied.
The woman laughed. "Not hard enough."
Heather took Dean's and Roman's orders, smiling and having a hard time dealing with Dean's apparent flirting with the bartender.
"So, Sunshine, work here long?" He smiled at her as she mixed Roman's Blue Hawaiian.
"No, I uh, just started actually." She bit her lip as she tried to focus on what she was doing.
A bartender should be able to interact and know how to mix her drinks, Phoebe knew this from practice back in bartender school. It was mandatory for her during that phase to memorize the drinks the bar served and interact with patrons at the same time. But making one drink at a time was inefficient, especially if there was a rush going on.
"This is pretty good." Roman said as he looked at Heather, who had her head lowered yet again. "But still a little too strong."
"She looks pretty good." Dean added, which caused the plastic cup in to fall from Heather's hand. "Do you offer a lap dance?"
Dean was the kind of patron that just loved getting on people's nerves, saying stuff to get an emotional reaction from bartenders, at least that's what Phoebe thought. Heather's emotion was embarrassment as her face took on another shade of strawberry red than her hair. She had what it took, Phoebe could see that, but she didn't have the strength to pull it all together. Not yet at least.
"Okay, Ms. Blaise, that's good. Thanks." Matt said, running his hand over his face. "Ms. Durwin, you're up."
Phoebe grabbed the bourbon, but also grabbed Heather's arm, stopping the other bartender all together. "Here, you're helping me with this one, honey."
She knew she was taking a chance by improving Heather's chances. But she could see it, under that scared exterior, Phoebe saw a woman that just wanted to do something right for once. This was how she was taught anyway.
"Hello, Gentleman. I am Phoebe Durwin, I'll be your bartender tonight. This is Heather Blaise, she's my student and I'm helping her to get better acquainted with the bar scene. So, can I interest you gentlemen in the house special to start off with tonight?" Phoebe asked as she stood in front of the three former Shield members.
Seth Rollins looked at Dean and Roman. Phoebe didn't even know if that was their real names, she only knew them as Seth, Dean and Roman. At least that's what the other girls in the line up said, otherwise to her Phoebe just saw them as potential customers.
"Uh, yeah, I'll just have a Blue Hawaiian." Roman said.
"And for you?" Phoebe looked at Dean.
"Know what, surprise me. At this point in the game, I'm up for anything." He crossed his arms on the bar and smiled at the two women.
"All right. Would you like another water there, sweetie?" Phoebe asked the nondrinker of the group, Seth Rollins.
"No, I'm good." He responded tilting his head slightly.
Nodding Phoebe turned to Heather who still hadn't spoken yet. "Okay, Honey, this is what you're going to do. You already know how to make a Blue Hawaiian, but you should replace the rum with the bourbon, to give it more kick. And I know you have an issue with over pouring, and that is fine when some people like their sour. But try this thing." She held up a small metal thing that looked like a double sided shot glass. "This is a jigger, it will help you measure out the alcohol. So while you're working on that, I'll be working with shots."
"We don't serve shots." Matt spoke up from behind her.
"No, sir, we don't but it's not uncommon for a bartender to get asked a drink that's not on the menu. And Mr. Ambrose here looks like a shot kind of guy." She answered turning around to look for what she was aiming for.
Tossing a shot glass in the air in a sort of juggling act, Phoebe back handed a bottle of Irish creme behind and over her left shoulder before laying the glass on the bar and pouring butterscotch schnapps into the glass first. Then she used the backside of a spoon to pour the Irish Creme to layer on top of the schnapps.
"I think you would do great with shooters, Heather." Phoebe said, looking at the off blue drink she was making. "See, it now matches Mr. Reign's eyes." She smiled as she made another shooter but this one was different.
With two very different shots in front of him, Dean looked at the woman, women because Heather had put up his friend's modified drink.
"How do you like it?" Heather asked Roman.
"It's a Blue Hawaiian with a kick." He said in a strained voice. "Holy hell that thing is good. What is it?"
"I call it The Samoan Drop, because if you drink enough of it you will drop." Phoebe smiled at him. "So, Mr. Ambrose, you going to try what I made you?" She asked pushing the two shock glasses towards him.
He tipped back the first simpler one that she had made and licked the creme off his upper lip. Nodding, Dean went to the more layered one she had set out for him. Taking it all in his mouth and slamming the shot glass on the bar he groaned and breathed through his nose before speaking. His voice, too, was strained.
"Holy shit those were good. What are they?"
"Well you first went after my buttery nipple and you finished it off with my duck fart." Phoebe said with an impassive expression on her face.
Seth began choking on his water, some of it coming out of his nose and spittled down on his beard. Quickly Heather grabbed a few napkins for him so that he wouldn't make a total mess of himself. Then she grabbed a few more to clean up where he did spit on the bar. Dean was laughing that he was rocking back in his bar stool and Roman was covering his face with his hands, but Phoebe could see that he was laughing because his shoulders were moving. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Phoebe saw Matt doing the same as his brother.
Phoebe looked over at Heather who was smiling bigger now. She did catch the other women mouth 'Thank You' to her as she cleared the lower bar.
"Okay, okay, that's enough." Kathy said coming to the bar. "You two need to step down. I think that's all for today. We'll call you if we decided you're good enough."
Kathy waved at Phoebe to leave. Phoebe also saw that she was glaring at Heather, for whatever reason.
Matt calmed down long enough to say, "All right, ladies thank you. We'll call you later, okay. Please, have a nice and safe day."
Tugging on Heather's hand, Phoebe motioned her to leave with her. "Hey, let's go out to eat. I hear there's a great restaurant next door that serves a great shrimp bowl."
Heather smiled at Phoebe and nodded. "Sure, let me buy you lunch though. You helped me a lot here today."
"Everyone deserves a chance at something." Phoebe told the woman.
Once Joe had calmed down, along with Jon and Colby for that matter, he was able to think.
"Dude, the last chick was awesome." Jon voiced for him.
"She was but she went off the menu to impress you." Kathy said sitting on the stood between Jon and Joe. "She's weird, did you see her hair?"
Matt nodded. "Yeah, so? It was pulled back and out of the way. And she went out of her way to help another bartender. Someone she was competing with to get the position. Did you see the third to the last shove Heather Blaise?"
Kathy waved him off. "Justine knows her way around a bar, Matt. Besides that chick Heather, she's no good at bartending. That Phoebe chick doesn't belong here. Justine I can trust. You can always trust family."
"For me, I still liked that Phoebe girl." Colby said. "She was respectful, entertaining, fast as hell, can make shit up on the fly, she has it in her to work here. I wouldn't mind coming back just to talk to her."
"She flirts, yes, but it's tasteful flirting. Not to mention, her and that Heather girl didn't try to show off their breasts to me." Joe said earning a rolled eye response from Kathy. "And I think the reason why Phoebe gave Jon those funky ass shots is because he was being an ass. And she did it with a smile. All the others, I didn't care for them. Phoebe and Heather are still my favorites. Heather is willing to learn, Phoebe is a natural leader and someone that can be trusted with the bar." Joe said.
Matt ran his hand over his face, thinking about it all. "The most qualified would have to be Phoebe, yes I agree. The one with the most potential is Heather because she obviously wants to learn but has issues with self confidence. And they worked great together. That's what a bar is supposed to be, a great team that works together. Also, I can't help not think about what Phoebe Durwin said when I met her in the restaurant."
"What?" The three former Shield members asked together.
"We're not advertising for a lounge, or a bar. Maybe that's why this place is failing so freaking bad." Matt said.
"I'm the manager, Matt, you hired me to worry about the bar. I really don't think having an under trained bartender and a weird looking woman with ass long hair is a good thing for this place. You are the one that needs to worry about advertising." Kathy said. "The other girls will eat those two up."
"How about something? Put those two on trial basis for this next week, pay them, if they don't do a good job, let Kathy hire whoever she thinks is best." Joe suggested. "I like them and with the family coming in, not to mention Raw is coming through and you know how they like to come by here, I think you need all the help you can get."
Matt nodded his head in favor for his brother's statement. "All right, that's what I'll do. Kathy, those two are going to work the bar for one week, especially when the rest of my family comes in. Especially with the drinkers we got, we need all the help in the bar that we need."
"Fine, whatever." Kathy rolled her eyes.
"Hey," Jon spoke up. "They went to the restaurant. I'm heading over there." Jon stood up and grabbed his sunglasses. "See you jokers later."
"Dude, you're not the only one that wants to talk to them." Colby slid off his bar seat and followed the other man through the door that went to the restaurant side.
"Maybe we should catch up, you know how Jon can get around pretty things." Joe said standing up.
The last thing Matt would want was to get these two good potential bartenders to walk out even before they had a chance to show what they really got to show him.
Here's a note: I know nothing about bartending or drinks, so I hoped I brought this out reasonable for you guys.
Don't worry, more is to come in the next couple of days. So stay tuned and thanks for reading and reviewing.
