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You have always been in the background. A Quiet life, a mind numbing routine with three minimum wage jobs that barely pay off your parents’ debts.
Eight in the morning, wake up, go to work on the first shift at a retail store, listen to people's complaints about prices. Clock out at five. Take a quick nap before the second shift at 9 at your local bar, serve drinks, deal with unwanted complaints from peoples lifes, sorrows and great achievements.
The third job? Mailman on the week ends. Dashing down the streets and getting chased by bloody mutts.(you enjoy the company of mutts if they were properly train and not wild off collars.)
You get the gist.
You sighed, the bar was less busier tonight, Christmas holiday.
The quiet chatter filled the small bar along with the different whiskeys, cocktails and beer scents. Only those with no one to enjoy the holiday with came, someone like you; well except the fact that you came because you still had more bills to pay, pretty penny you suppose.
You heard the door bell chime as another man came in, you didn't even raise your head focused on not spilling your customers' drink. You didn't want the money to come out your paycheck again.
“Welcome in!” You greeted, a habit you built. ‘Keep the customers happy’ your manager said.
“Three whiskey shots” The man said, no greeting. Must be having a bad day, aren't we all?
“Coming right up.” You said as you handed the other customers their drink. They muttered a quick thanks before leaving to sit in the corner but well withing reach still. “Just the whiskeys?” You asked as you grabbed the small shot glass, filling three of them up.
You slide it towards the man, a quick glance at his face and you saw multiple scars all over him. Faded but still there.
“Rough night sir?” You said making small talk. Another quick glance and you noticed the dog tag neckless, either he was in the military or someone he knew.
God you were curious.
His hand took one of the whiskey glasses and drank it quickly. “...something like that.”
You hummed not prying more even as you felt the need to know more. You continued to move around cleaning the bar areas here and there, removing the bar mat to clean the spills and placing the now clean one on the same spot.
“Are you the new employee?” The man asked, you looked back at him. His three shot glasses are empty now.
“Changed shifts time is all.” You replied walking over to where the man sat on the stool. “Need more?”
“Whiskey sour, thanks.” He mumbled, he watched as you turned your back to get working. He watched as you started to add whiskey, sugar syrup and lemon juice to the shaker.
“Are you a regular?” You asked as you continued to shake it.
“One would say.”
You added ice into the shaker before mixing it again. “I'll take it as a yes.” You chuckled, you grabbed a glass heading back to where the man sat. Placing it on the mat and letting him see how you poured the drink into the glass, placing the shaker on the side and adding a cherry on the side as a garnish. You slide it towards him. “Enjoy.”
He nods as he takes a sip. “Name?” He asked, eyeing you, you seemed harmless.
“Wings.” You responded
“I doubt it”
You grinned cheeky “Its a nickname, the most ya will get from me mister…?” He huffed
“Ghost.”
“See you aren't willing to risk it either.”
“im just being fair.” He said, taking another sip of his sour whiskey. “An eye for an eye as they say.”
You snort out a laugh. “Sure okay.” He cracked a smile.
“How much?” He asked
“Thirty one dollars.” You replied, “cash or card?”
“Cash.” He said gruffly placing down a fifty dollar bill. “Keep the change wings.” He stood up waving at ya lazily. “Cya around.”
The door bell chimed again, and he was gone.
You grabbed all the glass cups and went to wash them thoroughly, only for you to hear the horrible and most dreadful sound of someone gagging and then puking over the table while others laugh amd record.
Once again you have a mess to clean.