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Chapter two: Maybe tomorrow

I was crouched down behind the bar stocking the fridge when I heard footsteps approach. I put the last of the bottles into fridge, stood up and came face to face with the guy from that morning.

"Hey." He had the same cocky self-assured grin.

"Hey, what can I get you?" I looked from him to the older looking guy standing next to him. I assumed he was his dad, due to the resemblance.

"Two beers please darling."The older one requested. I retrieved two cold beers and handed them over with a big smile. Always smile, means bigger tips. "Keep the change." He handed me a note and the two men slipped off to a booth in the corner.

"K, can I have a word?" I turned around to see my boss hanging out the office door. I felt dread fill me as I made my way over to him and followed him into the office. "You were late this afternoon." I wish I could blame it on my mom and put up some kind of fight but it was all me. I had closed my eyes for ten minutes when I got home and woke up with five minutes to get to work. Normally I might have been a couple minutes late but of course the car didn't start. "I like you K. You know your drinks, you're great at customer service, the regulars love you and you don't go to the toilet every five seconds to make sure your make-up isn't smudged. But you've been working here for two weeks and you've been late four times, left early twice and called in sick." I swear I felt like that kid in school being told off by a teacher.

"I know I'm sorry." And I was. I didn't want to screw him around or lose this job.

"I know you have excuses for everything. But I can't run this bar on excuses. I'm giving you a verbal warning."

"I understand." I really wanted to say it wasn't gunna happen again and that it was just because we'd just moved but I knew the truth and there was no point lying. I estimated a week maybe two left working here.

"I'm sorry K."

"Honestly it's fine."

"Alright." I slid back out the office and rested against the wall.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. I took a second and returned to the bar just in time to greet a short stubby looking man. "Hi. Can I help?" He stood in front of me looking around and then stopped when he saw Blondie and his dad.

"Scotch on the rocks." He had a thick Irish accent and spoke fast. It took a second to catch onto what he asked for.

"Coming right up." I slid three ice cubes into a tumbler and filled it with scotch. He handed me a twenty. I handed back the change and he put ten into the tip jar.

"Thanks" He gave me a wink and went over to join Blondie.

I looked down at the watch on my wrist; I was relieved to see I'd only had another half hour before my shift finished. It had been dead all afternoon. Although I had made at least a hundred in tips the bar wasn't exactly buzzing. The only people who had come in were a couple of the regulars and Blondie with his friends.

"Hey." I looked up to see Blondie smiling at me.

"Another couple beers?"

"Just one and something for yourself."

"No thanks Blondie. I'm heading home in a few." I grabbed another beer out the fridge.

"Blondie? I thought my nickname would be manlier. Blondie makes me sound like a call girl... or porn star."

"From what I've seen it's not too far off."

"Jealous?"

"Cocky?" I laughed.

"Hey, Abel." We both looked over to the door where Sheeren, the other bartender, stood batting her eyelashes.

"How ya doin Sheer?"

"Good." Sheeren looked at me, her face went stiff "K."

"Hey." She gave Abel another smile then headed for the office. I looked back to Abel and noticed he was already watching me.

"I'm sure Sheeren would appreciate the drink."

"There you go sounding jealous again."

"Yeah." I leaned over the bar so I was an inch from his face. "Just make sure you don't trip and suffocate on that ego."

"You know your mom's a lot friendlier." I lent back and studied him.

"Well I'm sure she'd accept a drink. I'll tell her to give you a call." I took the money for his beer out his hand and rang it up. I handed him the change and headed to the office to grab my bag. When I came out he was waiting. I kept on walking.

"Sure I can't convince you to have a drink?"

"Maybe tomorrow." I said over my shoulder when I got to the door.