Bubbles~
During the summer I had two jobs. Lifeguarding and cutting hair. I did the lifeguarding job with Buttercup until we were 18 and I started making more money with hair. Buttercup and I started working when we were sixteen while Blossom sat at home studying. She said she needed to be readily available for Mayor. As we grew older he needed us less and less. I was sitting at the bar on one of my off days. Cutting hair was paying the bills but I was going to need extra money to pay for my fashion needs and social life. I sipped on one of Buttercup's specialty drinks and sulked.
"What's your damage Bub? Is it this Eric bitch?" She asked setting down a shot for me, "Do I need to kick his ass?"
I laughed, I had had more than my fair share of heart break.
"No I dumped him a long time ago."
"Good. He seemed like a leech. Go dance. You're getting your sulk all over my clean bar." She teased wiping around me with a wet rag. I laughed louder.
"Maybe." I said, tipping my drink back.
"Dance or I 86 you." She said, looking me dead in the eye. She moved on down the bar to poor some guys some beer and shots.
I stood and made my way through the crowd. The only reason this crowd was even here was because of Buttercup. The DJ was okay but nothing special. Some people stared at me. Recognizing me even in their drunken stupor. I ignored them and let the music flow through me. It would be nice if they had live music or hell even played some house music. I started dancing with an older guy. He had to be in his upper 30s but he was cute enough. Light brown hair and golden green hazel eyes. He smiled at me and the corners of his eyes wrinkled. Maybe I could make it work with this guy. Maybe I could be a sugar baby and not tell my sisters. We danced half the night away before he finally touched me. He encircled me with his eyes and whispered in my ear.
"You'd make a great server here." He whispered.
"What the hell?" I asked pushing him away from me. Who the fuck was this guy. He shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets.
"It's just I see how all these men are captivated by you. You'd make really good tips. Bring in business. I hear you can speak all the languages, even sing." He said matter of fact. I glared at him but he pointed around. I glanced over the crowd and the high-top tables. All he men at the bar were mesmerized by Buttercup while the rest of the men were staring at me. My mouth made a small o.
"I think you should give it a shot. Want to start tomorrow? Your sister has already built the place up a lot. You'll bring in tons of people and more people means more tips. For the both of you."
And that is how I got the waitress job at Slippy G's. On Saturdays I would sing and throngs of people would come from all over Townsville. Which made me love this job even more.