"Hey bitch." I told Emily as I entered behind the bar. "I want half your tips."
"And I want abs, I guess we will just have to compromise. I don't have abs, and you don't have tips."
"In what world is that fair?" I playfully nudged her shoulder.
"In what world is it fair that you have abs and I don't?" She whined.
"What's with you and abs today?"
She didn't answer just kept washing the dishes. "Hey Em seriously, what's up? Most girl don't have abs, you are skinny though."
"Jason told me he thinks abs are sexy, and that he really wants me to get some."
I was shocked, I think I met Jason once, he is her boyfriend. I wanted to continue asking her question but a guy sitting by the bar called me.
"How can I help you?" I gave him the politest smile I could pull off.
"Well I want a beer and your number while you're at it." I knew guys like him, I hated guys like him. And what I hated most was the fact I can't hit me when I work.
Before I could kindly declined, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up. "Hey welcome to Puck's man, I'm puck. Please don't hit on my bartenders, there won't be a second warning."
The guy took his beer and went back to sit with who looked like his date, 'asshole'.
"You okay Santana?" He asked a bit concerned.
"Yeah fuckster I'm all good, thanks."
He ignored the nickname I gave him. "What's up?"
"I am okay." He looked kind of hesitant. "Noah, what's going on?"
"It's no biggie, he just really looks like Finn did you noticed?" He asked sadly.
Finn used to be Puck's best friend. They met each other in middle school and instantly connected, Puck was devastated when Finn died in car accident, we all were.
"Well Finn isn't an asshole, so I guess I didn't see the resemblance." He gave me a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Come on, after I'll finish my shift we'll go to my place and eat ice cream."
"Strawberry?"
"No it's discussing, chocolate?"
"Yes okay, thanks." Two girls sitting on the other end of the bar singed me to come. "Now get back to work."
"Sure thing, boss."
Puck was a great boss, after Finn died he finally got his ducks in a row. He moved to New York, open this bar who is really succeeding and found a great apartment in midtown Manhattan. He always protected me when guys try to hit on me but he never stopped the girls. We had a tradition to go out to a different bar every Friday night, party like hell and pick up girls. Tomorrow is Friday, and I'm really exited to spend some time with my lesbro, I didn't have the chance to see him all week.
The girls looked familiar, but I couldn't pin point it. "Hey can I help you?"
"Yes, we want six shots of tequila." I raised my eyebrow but didn't comment. "we have to spend time the most annoying person on the planet and we really need some booze, don't judge us."
"Not planning on it, sometimes I need a drink before I talk to my mother." I said. I placed six shot glasses on the counter and poured the liquid. I told them the price and smiled to myself because they gave me a pretty generous tip.
I didn't look like there is any work left by the bar, so I returned to were Emily was just finishing washing the dishes.
"Hey Em?" She hummed in respond. "Do you care to elaborate on your earlier comment?"
"What earlier comment?" She finally looked at me.
"Come on Emily, if you don't talk you leave me no choice but kicking his ass." She smiled a little. "And hard."
"I don't really know, he just said it casually."
"It obvious that it made you upset." I said.
"How do you have abs?" She asked weakly and I decided not to tease her on the matter.
"Well, I was a cheerleader back in high school and our coach was a psycho that made us practice everyday, twice a day." I explained.
"I don't want to workout twice a day, I barely have time to study." Emily said, she was a pre-mad student at NYU, I met her when I was a freshman and she really helped me to adjust to the NYC way of living.
"You don't need abs, believe me if I could I would never have singed up to be a cheerleader. You are so hot, if I didn't want to risk our friendship I would totally do you."
"And there is the fact your Lopez charm doesn't work on me."
I gasped and held my chest, "you never got any of my Lopez charm bitch."
"Sure thing." She knew where my buttons are, and she knew when to push them.
"Thanks for making it so much easier to hate you again." I said and stormed back to the bar.
The place was kind of empty right now, so I didn't have any one to serve. i think god heard my plans because Rachel, Kurt, Quinn and Brittany entered the bar.
Kurt wore red leather pants and a button down blue shirt, I always had big respect for the way he dressed. Rachel wore a baby doll red ugly dress and high knees socks. Brittany wore a green dress who hugged her curves in all the right places and Quinn surprised me again choosing to wear a really tight skinny jeans, a red tank top and high heels shoes.
"Hey Santana, you like lovely." Rachel said in her voice she knew annoys the shit out of me.
"Hello pretty ladies, and Rachel."
"That was really mean." Brittany said sounding really hurt, I looked at Quinn who gave me a 'just ignore it' look.
"What can I get you to drink?" I asked, each of them place his order and I started making them.
"How much do we owe you?" Quinn asked as she reached to her purse.
"On the house."
Rachel and Kurt gave me a questioning look, probably because I never let them drink on the house, well if they were only a pretty blonde girls..
"Santana, it's your turn to sing tonight." Emily called after she left the stage.
I whispered in Quinn's ear. "Listen carefully to the words, hot stuff." I pulled away and winked at her before heading to the stage.
"Baby girl, where you at? Got no strings, no man attached. Can't stop that feelin' for long." I sang and looked directly into Quinn's eyes.
"Because you walk pretty, because you talk pretty."
I left the stage and stood In front of my friends. "When I get you alone, when I get you you'll know baby."
I finished singing and returned to the bar. "Santana that was really good."
"Thanks Kurtship, I know." I smirked at him.
I looked over to Quinn to try and see what she thought about my song, but as I expected she kept an indifferent expression on her face, 'damn that girl is going to be the death of me, and I only know her for like a day'.
The night was actually fun when they were here, Rachel and Kurt getting drank together is one of my favorite things in the world because they get all goofy and weird, Brittany was a stripper drank 'who would have guessed?' but Quinn barely drink.
Right now Rachel, Kurt and Brittany were rocking the dance floor and I must say Brittany can sure move.
"So what did you think about my song?" I finally asked the question I was dying to ask the last two hours.
"I'm not that easy Lopez." She smirked.
"I know you aren't." I smirked back, 'and that's why it is going to be so much fun'.
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