The obvious route would be to quit your job as a bartender before you lost your mind, but the old lady who owned the bar paid somewhat generously considering the career- both with affection and money- and, despite how cocky it might’ve sounded, you knew well that the customers would be lost without your glorious daiquiris and margaritas. However, two years of the same old passed, and soon enough, every conversation and dusk began to blur together everything became a monotonous daze, like an old movie replaying endlessly every week. You relished listening to other people’s problems, their stories, their lives- perhaps because, as much as it ashamed you to admit it, you didn’t make much out of yours. Yes, at first it may be amusing to watch a drunk customer go haywire as they try to understand the meaning of life, and it’s nice listening to the story of how someone ended up drinking five shots of tequila that evening. Not that you slept peacefully like a newborn baby all the time before taking a job as a bartender at the bar but once in a while, when you returned home and watched the bright red numbers of the clock switch to 5 o’clock in the morning since your brain was punishing you by not giving you your well deserved rest, you sure did miss those simpler times when you didn’t work at night.
Tiresome was a massive understatement when it came to having to describe enduring the same routine most nights. feel free to help me out w ideas and send requests if you want (: hope u enjoy !! was your only exception, though.Ī/n: i tried like 8484 times to add a gif but tumblr wouldn’t let me so ((:: hello whoever’s reading this tho!! love how i went from 2k to 7k words lol, i’m sorry about that i don’t know how it happened. But these flutters in your stomach were definitely something you didn’t experience with your customers, and you definitely did not end up making out with them at the end of the night. This wasn’t something new you can’t count with both of your hands the times you’ve heard someone recount the odyssey of their life. The sad and divorced man who’s become a regular for the past year is constantly spilling his emotions to you, his favorite bartender.
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