Ten hours, ten hours Gracie had stood on her feet serving patrons at the bar. They started out fine, nice as always, then as the drinks disappeared and the night wore on invitably it got bad. Three fights had to be broken up, a record low for this town, then there was the throwing up. She felt bad for the bus boys that night. It was like something was in the air. Something had everyone out drinking. Not only drinking, but more than they could handle.
"Wish I could do that," she huffed as she slung her backpack over her back. She had learned a long time ago to bring a change of clothes, or two, to the bar with her. Sooner or later someone would throw up on her. Which was also why the owner had put a shower in the employee bathroom. That way no one had a reason to leave work early.
She tried to focus on something else. Tomorrow was her day off, god was she ready for it. Ready to sleep in, and just work at the house all day. Get everything cleaned up, though it wasn't messy, and just focus on herself. She was even pondering the idea of getting her nails done. Though that never ended well at the bar. She'd had more than one nail broken when someone ran into her or slammed their drink down and her hand was 'in the way'.
"A few more months," she sighed. A few more months and she could get out of this town. She would be able to save up to move to the city. Find a job there where people tipped better, and there were more opportunities for her to leave the bar scene all together. At least she wasn't a stripper though. That was what she would remind herself on the bad days. She hadn't had to stoop to that level and honestly she made the most tips at the bar out of all the bartenders. She also made the best drinks, but that was neither here or there.
She turned down the ally that she used as a shortcut to get home and pondered her plans. She had to eat, though the options at her house were slim. No restaurant or store was open at 2am either though. So what she had at the house would have to work. So mac and cheese it was. She smiled at the thought, her job forced her to eat at home, to save up. That was she could get out of this town sooner.
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