I know what you mean.” I began thinking about the girl who had watched Halley spill her drink that one night and did nothing about it.
It was still pretty early. The sun was still up but that didn’t stop anyone from coming in. A few patrons were standing around the bar. “Let me get out there and get to work.”
He waved me off and I stepped behind the bar. Some people needed to check the mirror before they left, some you just couldn’t help but notice for various other reasons. I couldn’t have missed this girls chunky red highlights if I tried. Well that and the fact half her chest was hanging out her very low cut shirt. This was the typical girl who came to admire Trevor and the guys. She must be new I’d never seen her before. Trevor walked up to the bar at the same time. I saw how she looked at him. My claws were about to come out. She had the look that said I’ll take you right here, right now. I handed him his typical beer and blew him a kiss. If she were Death, I’d be dead. I swear daggers flew from her eyes. I grabbed the nearest shot glass and filled it with whiskey. It went down smooth and the stranger spoke.
“Can I get a vodka and cranberry?” Girlie drinks. I should have known. My guard was up for her. I’d be watching her like a damn hawk all night.
“Sure, that’s 5.00.” I turned around to make her drink and had the thought to spit in it. She’d never know anyway. What’s a little extra flavor?
I slid the drink purposely hoping to spill it on her but it didn’t work. She handed me a five dollar bill. Of course she wouldn’t tip me. Cheap broad. She looked me up and down, sizing me up. I hated competitive females.
“So who’s that hottie that just got a beer?” Oh no ma’am. She had nerve. My insides were boiling and I took a deep breath before I could get any words out to her. It wouldn’t be very professional to lose it. Gary would be pissed.
“That would be my boyfriend.” I smiled and turned my back. Take that chunky hair bitch! I downed another shot of whiskey and turned back to face her.
She still watched me, smirking like something was up her sleeve. No doubt in my mind, she was a home wrecker. She was the kind of woman who didn’t care how many times you told her you were with someone she would never stop. “Well isn’t that a shame. Be sure to kiss him goodbye tonight.”
I damn near came across the bar. “What the hell did you say bitch?” Crap. I wasn’t supposed to lose it and she saw my weakness. My blood was boiling. I could feel my face getting redder and redder.
She began laughing. Why was she laughing? Didn’t she realize I was seconds from being over this bar and bashing her head against the floor? “Guys like him,” she pointed in Trevor’s direction, “don’t stay with girls like you for long. Once he sees what I have to offer, you’ll be yesterday’s news.”
She continued her stupid smirk and before I could get out a response she turned on her heel and found a table near the stage. My eyes searched for Halley. Where the hell were they? I was still stressed from the girl who thought she could tell me I would be yesterday’s news. Trevor and I were in love. I still couldn’t talk myself down from being wound up so I poured my third shot of the night then waited on a few customers.
Halley came prancing up to the bar cheery as ever. I was still pissed but hiding it pretty well. I had a job to do tonight. Well two jobs. Fix drinks and watch the chunky bitch. Occasionally she glanced back to me and flashed her grin. The DJ was playing music and a few people sang karaoke in between songs. I wasn’t in the mood to sing tonight. If I did I’d be on the hunt for a song called ‘I Hate You Bitch’. I don’t think that song existed yet. Maybe I needed to be the one to write it. Trevor and Marcus were now talking by the stage, probably about what their playlist was for the night. She kept trying to get Trevor’s attention but he wasn’t looking. Take that!
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