IN THE MIDDLE OF MY second shift, pouring a top shelf shot of whiskey for a customer when I spot Serena entering the bar with a group of girls. At least, I think it’s her, but I’m half exhausted and everyone really looks the same. I’ve been so focused on getting the correct drinks out, remembering who has the black x’s on their hands so even if they wash them off, I’ll know. I check I.D.s over and over again, even if they come up with a drink.
I’m going to be responsible. I’m not going to f**k up my life. I’ve done that enough in the last few months to last me a lifetime. I’m not f*****g it up again. No way. Doesn’t matter the temptation or the offer.
It’s almost midnight when my back starts screaming for a break, so I take a few deep breaths and step back from the bar for a second. I le
