15Hi everyone, I'm really sorry for not updating for so long. I'm not going to bore you with the details of my personal life so I'm just going to apologize and thank everyone that has ever reviewed or even took the time to read my story. I'm not going to promise that I'm going to update every week like some people do and they never do giving false hope to everyone, but I do promise to spend more of my attention and time on this story.
Obviously I own nothing.
Now, enough of this foreplay, let's get started. Please enjoy.
When the weekend arrived, Alex walked back towards JD's bar. She had kept the promise to herself and for the past few days tried to find any available jobs in the surrounding area. The results . . . well let just say they didn't exactly go in her favor. That's putting it fucking mildly, she thought. Especially at the last interview in a rundown office building where the head manager in charge took great delight in telling Alex of their clothing optional policy and then proceeded to rub his sweaty hand on her thigh. Her knuckles were still bruised after that encounter, but they were nothing compared to the mess that she left for his more than grateful secretary to find. God knows how long that poor girl suffered under his perverted eyes, but it made Alex smile thinking that he would be out of commission, and out of the office, until they at least found his other testicle.
As Alex opened the door to the bar she became instantly aware of the massive assault of drunken fools bombarding the one man bartender. Of course, she knew that bars were always busy on weekends but Christ, this was ridiculous. Blasted boozers to the right, left, and one even trying to climb up the piano. You would think that the descendents of the Tudor era, the Victorian era, the Beatles era, they would conduct themselves with bit more civility. Not acting like Alex did when she tried Absinthe for the first time at Mardi Gras. She didn't remember much but she did wake up in bed with a shit load of beads.
Alex scanned around the place looking for any of the guys but couldn't find them. Thinking that she might have better luck finding them at the counter Alex started making her move. With a lot of clever maneuvering and a well placed elbow to the guts of a couple of grabby drunks, Alex finally reached her destination. She didn't see any of the guys but what she did see was Alan who was not only manning the bar by himself but was also two steps away from stabbing someone repeatedly with a corkscrew.
Alex squeezed in between a group of loud pendejos at the bar and tried to get Alan's attention.
"Alan. Alan! What the hell is going on?!"
"Blimey, Alex. Thank God you're ére. We're all up to pot! These duffers are the local football team, they won their championship match about an hour ago and everyone that was at the fucking game seems to be ére now! They decided the best way to celebrate is to put an old man in to an early gra- Hold the fuck on, you rat arsed little bastard!" Alan yelled at an unyielding man who was trying to grab a bottle of beer over the counter.
"Alright, well I guess that settles it then." Hearing and seeing enough Alex decided to take action. She then proceeded to jump over the counter and assist Alan. She quickly assessed where the bottles and glasses were and, as efficiently as possible, Alex got into the grove of things: Opening a bottle of beer with one hand, while pouring a glass of whiskey with the other. Divvying up change for one customer, while chatting it up with another.
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With her help, Alan quickly got some of the burden lifted off of him and felt he can now breathe without threatening one of these bastards with a soon and impending death. Since Alex had a handle of the bar better than he did on his best day, Alan decided he would help by handing out drinks to the faithful regulars and older people at the back tables were it would put less strain on them and on the front bar.
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It was definitely a challenge at first but Alex was used to being a bartender for so many years that her body seemed to be going on autopilot. It didn't really matter what country she was in, the drinks don't really change when you're dealing with a whole bunch of rowdy sports fans, be it New Jersey or England. The one thing that should have been at least a challenge was the exchange of money but since she was a woman, dealing with money was inherently in her DNA and didn't have a problem with new currency.
Alex smiled to an older customer as she gave him back his change. After wishing him a goodnight, Alex proceeded to wipe down the counter while the well-used glasses were being washed in the back by Alan. As she was concentrating on scrubbing at an especially stubborn spot she did not notice a furious man walk behind the bar until he grabbed a hold of her arm and spun her around to face him. The man must have been at least half a foot taller than her and he used every one of those inches to try and tower over her so she could get a clear look into his cold blue eyes.
With a disgusted curl on his lips he yelled, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
"I'm the girl who is going to break a forty dollar bottle of scotch upside your head if you don't let go of me." Never one to be intimidated by a man again, Alex then proceeded to show him said scotch bottle with a disgusted curl on her lips
"Oh really well I might be the one who throws you on your arse if you don't get out of here!"
"I'd like to see you try old man!"
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Hearing the loud argument in progress, Alan quickly stopped what he was doing, rushed behind the bar and jumped in between his tiny friend and his longtime friend.
"JD, this is Alex, she is helping us out tonight."
"Really, since fucking when?"
"Christ, must every other word coming out of your mouth be fuck? And why are you so upset in the first place, if it wasn't for me you guys would have been in the hole tonight!"
"If you're not careful half pint the least of your worries will be my vocabulary."
"You're going to threaten me; you should be kissing my ass in gratitude."
"Alright, alright, that is enough you two!" Alan looked towards his boss. "JD, I couldn't man the bar by myself tonight since you fired that wanker from Waddock two weeks back, we need Alex. She's a hard worker and she obviously knows what she's doing." He then spun towards Alex. "And you my darling girl, as much as I adore you I won't have you antagonize my boss because he's a hard ass, you two would fight it out all night. So my suggestion to both of you is to stay out of each other's way."
As the night progressed things had continued to go smoothly except for the occasional spat between JD and Alex; something about getting in each other's work space or personal space or outer space or whatever.
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When it was close to closing time Bacon and the guys came in through the front door and sat at the bar.
"Ah, I see you've made yourself comfortable."
"I knew you would be back, you couldn't resist us."
"Yeah, and I couldn't resist a paycheck either, Tom. You guys do realize that we're going to close in like five minutes."
Ed leaned into the counter and grabbed Alex's hand. "We do realize this love but we intend to use everyone one of those minutes to get pissed as coots." He lightly kissed her hand as the others laughed in good nature.
"Fine, what can I get you guys?" As Alex got their drink order she let out a long and loud yawn.
"Rough night love."
"You could say that Soap." Alex walked around the counter and sat in the empty stool next to him and Ed, resting her tired body. "My night basically consisted of random men yelling belligerent drink orders while avoiding groping hands trying to conduct what I think were "physical examination" and having shouting matches with my potential boss." She took a deep breath and a sip Soap's water. "So, all in all it wasn't a bad night. It could have been worse. Besides, that group tips really well." She enficised her point as she slapped a bundle of money on the counter.
As the other three whistled in appreciation at the stack of bills, Ed had a thought. "Wait, did you say that you had a shouting match with your potential boss?"
"Yeah, crew cut, bad suit, worse attitude. You met him before right? You said you come in here all the time, you guys must have me him once or twice."
"If only we were given that option."Tom muttered to Soap.
"You could say we know him very well, that pleasant fellow is Ed's dad." Bacon said with fake pride.
"Really? Wow Ed I'm so sorry." Getting slightly pissed Ed shrugged off Bacon and Alex's sympathetic pats on his shoulder.
"Alright, alright. He's my father; I didn't get diagnosed with cancer."
"The lesser of the two evils in my opinion." Soap muttered to Tom.
"Why didn't you tell me your father was the owner?"
"You didn't know? Well, what did you think I meant when I said if you took this job you would see us every day?"
"Not that your dad owns the place, but maybe you guys were borderline alcoholics. I don't know."
"She's not far from the truth there."Tom muttered back to Soap as they tapped glasses in congratulations of their defaults.
"If I knew that that was your daddy I would have called him an asshole a lot less." Alex said with obvious false honesty.
"I kind of doubt that."Soap muttered to Tom.
"Will you two stop that!"Ed snapped at Tom and Soap as the two laughed among themselves like a couple of school girls. "You're acting like the two old men from the Muppet Show."
"Oh, oh, what were their names? Um, uh, I know this. I know this." Alex thought to herself in what the boys could only guess was her thinking face which they all thought was completely adorable."They were Stalin and Winston. Hah, I knew I would remember I'm awesome like that." With a smile of self congratulations Alex then hopped off the bar stool and walked behind the counter.
"Sweetheart, they were Statler and Waldorf." Tom patted Alex's head like you would a little girl. "It's alright though, no need to fret. With looks like yours you don't need to know a lot of things."
"With that being the case Tom you would be the smartest man on the planet." As the guys laughed at Soap's insult at Tom, JD came up behind them. That was the thing that annoyed the guys the most about JD, he was never seen coming up to you; he only appeared.
"Alex, come on. I'd like a word with you." JD then walked back to where his office was, knowing full well that she would follow behind him.
"Goody for you."Bacon emphasized with false cheer.
"Go suck a duck Bacon." Snatching his beer Alex then followed after JD.
Showdown comes next, -grins-