Sunday went okay. I was still a newbie, learning the ropes. I made a few mistakes—broke a glass, and mixed up two orders—but overall, the clients were cool about it, and the bus was cold, so it wasn't too bad. As we were finishing up and closing the club, Tom came out from the back office and clapped his hands to gain everyone's attention.
"So, guys, tomorrow is Marcus's birthday," Tom announced, prompting everyone to start clapping and cheering.
“How much are we counting?“ Tom asked him,
"Who's turning 24, baby? You know it," Marcus, the young male bartender, replied with a grin.
Tom smiled and said, "We're gonna throw a party for you. We don't open tomorrow, so we're going to do a little thing for you here at the club. So, guys, it's gonna be from 8 to 10. We won't be open to the pu
