"Alright, you will work the tables in the back corner behind the bar. Most of the customers over there want to be alone and shouldn't be hard to handle. After you get comfortable, you might get some shifts in the busier area. Just do your job and try not to mess up too much."
Buddy, the owner of Black Penny, pats Gail's shoulder with his ginormous hand and staggers back to his office. More like a closet, Gail scoffs to herself before putting on the apron and heads out to face the music. It's her first day and she already regrets her decision of getting this job. It is supposed to be something to keep her away from the police academy she's studying at, and away from her family with Peckspectations. Taking orders and pretending to be happy about serving the drunken fools is not her idea of fun, but she knows she can get good tips so she begrudgingly goes ahead with the work.
Gail spots a middle aged man with outdated rocker outfit and a receding mullet. Great, a old man who thinks he's still a teenager. She approaches him and fakes a smile, "Hello, what would you like to drink?"
"Ohh, you're new here. Very pretty," he takes a slow and obvious look over at Gail's body like a creep, "I'll take the cheapest beer you've got there and your number."
Gail has to hold back her gag reflex as he sleazy smiles at her. "Okay, a beer coming up."
She turns around and head back to the bar counter without acknowledging the creep's last remark.
Gail puts her hands on the counter and hollers at the brunette bartender standing with her back to Gail, "Hey! I need a beer over here!"
The bartender looks over at Gail and gives her a waiting signal with her index finger. Gail grumbles with impatience.
"Sorry, I was making a cocktail for a customer. Are you new? I'm Holly," Holly smirks and hands over her hand.
Gail refuses to shake people's hands. She has issues with touching people, "I'm Gail. I need a cheap beer, stat."
"Did you know that stat actually means replication or record, not immediately. That only works in medical scenarios. It comes from a Latin word, status, which means immediately. It's just a quicker way of saying immediately or right away…"
Gail stares at Holly's dark red lips as she rambles on. She feels compelled to shut her up so she decides to interrupts, "Why are you saying all these words? I just need a beer. Cheapest piss filled one."
Holly looks shocked for a second with her mouth open. Gail stares relentlessly, waiting for Holly's response. She is expecting the bartender to gets upset for Gail's rudeness. She takes back when Holly gets filled with giggles and turns around to fill an empty glass with the most pale yellowest beer ever seen. This is going to be an interesting night.
Holly puts the beer down in front of Gail and gives her a bright smile, "Here you go."
Gail pouts for a moment before putting on her game face. Holly notices and asks, "Bad customer?"
"It's for the creep sitting in the corner back there. He thinks it's still the eighties and he's a hot stuff. So gross."
Holly peeks over at the mullet wearing man who is staring back at them. "Oh, that guy. I don't know his real name but he always tell us to call him Shred."
Gail chokes back a scoff, "Shred? Are you serious?"
Holly merely nods her head with a lopsided smirk.
Gail looks up at the ceiling, "God, and he just has to be my first customer…"
Holly puts her hands over Gail's, "Gail, if you survives tonight, I'll buy you a drink in celebration."
Gail looks down at her hand being covered by Holly's. Normally, she hates any type of physical contact by other people, especially with hands. However, she certainly doesn't mind Holly. It feels very warm and reassuring. She doesn't get the feeling that Holly is trying to be slick with her.
"Okay, you are on, Holly. I have to warn you though… I can out-drink anyone and I only take tequila…double shot as an offering," Gail remarks before departing to toss the piss-like beer to the sleazy customer. Holly shakes her head in amusement. Gail turns around to face Holly in middle of her route and shouts, "I'm done at 11 and there better be a double shot of tequila on the counter when my shift's over!"
