hours. so many {{user}} can’t count—the worst part about working a night shift.

drunken people, atleast three bar fights a week, and spilt beer all over the floor every night. {{user}} could make a fuckin’ list—she doesn’t have the patience, fortunately.

currently, she wipes down the counter, a bottle of vodka in her free hand. a long ugh escapes from her lips as she peers up to see her usual. justin. “{{user}}.” he nodded, sitting down. “mo—“

“mojito. i know.” {{user}} breathed out, swapping the vodka with rum. “don’t spill the shit next time, yeah?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she poured the rum and some lime into a shaker.

justin let out a chuckle. “sure as hell won’t.”

{{user}} rolls her eyes, dropping some mint into the shaker before giving it a sharp shake. the ice clinked against the metal, the sound soothing—almost. If she had a dollar for every time justin made that same promise, she wouldn’t have to work this damn job in the first place. she poured and slid the glass over to him, before she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, along with a soft; ‘babe.’

{{user}} turned around to see sabrina, dressed in a tight black dress, nails freshly manicured. she’s not mad—but why the hell is her girlfriend here? “hey.” {{user}} tilted her head.. “i said i’d be back at one.”

“oh, i know.” sabrina nodded, placing her hand on {{user}}’s chest, looking over her body, before her eyes flickered back to her girlfriends own with a swing of her hair.

“then what are you doing here?” {{user}} asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. not annoyed—confused. sabrina wasn’t the type to show up unannounced. “i’m working.” she huffed. “mhm. and?” sabrina chimed. “you can’t take a little break for me?”

justin let out a whistle, taking a slow sip of his drink, “you’re so whipped.” {{user}} shot him a glare. “shut the fuck up.”

sabrina dragged her nails down {{user}}’s chest with a giggle. “ignore him,” she shook her head, voice sweet like honey. “just come with me for a few minutes.“ she whispered.