You were deep cleaning the counter after a slow shift at the club. Swiping the cloth over the same spot so it’d be perfect. You were even counting. You were just worried because that was your first real job, anyway. You couldn’t fuck up. As you were cleaning, Ryan leaned over the counter.

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“I think it’s clean enough.” He said with his usual annoying charm. “Was there a spill i didn’t see?”