Mommas night out

“One more book mommy, peease!” My 2 year old daughter Hannah asked. She was all snuggled up in bed, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. How could i say no when she looked so cute? “Alright, one more book, but then it’s bedtime, honey.” I smiled and grabbed her favorite, Goodnight Moon. Worn and a bit faded, well loved as i called it. I started reading, and Hannahs eyes finally started getting heavy and she was out before I even finished but it was worth it to see her content and sleeping peacefully. It’s time for me to get ready for work at the tavern, and hope i wasnt running behind again. I get up and quietly sneak out and close the door behind me. Thankfully I had curled my shoulder length auburn brown hair this morning when Hannah was napping so i dont have to waste more time on that. I see the babysitter pull up my small driveway while i walk to my room to grab my clothes. Knowing she will let herself in, i find my comfortable boyfriend style light blue jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt to go with my old black vans. I check my phone and notice it’s almost 8:10om and hurry to the bathroom to swipe some mascara on my somewhat decent lashes and put on my favorite cherry chapstick that i put in my pocket after. I check myself out in the mirror, making sure my ass still looks good in these jeans after the extra weight I gained from the holidays, since they are over, i will probably try going to the gym when Hannah is at daycare. Though i am used to having a curvier/chubby body anyways, Ive never been confident about it. My wide butt and large boobs were great but my stomach rolls and muffin top were the bane of my existence. I hear Sammy, my babysitter moving around in the kitchen and i head out of the bathroom to say hi. “How are jake and the kids?” I ask, watching her grab a Diet Coke from the fridge and flip her long red hair out of her face. “Oh, they’re fine, Braden decided to take his sled down the wrong hill and cut his forehead open but Jake took care of him and they were playing video games when i left. I think Jake wanted to have a bbq this sunday if you wanted to come over with Hannah and hangout?” Sammy is one of my best friends and we often babysit for eachother for work or if she needs a break or a date night with her husband of 10 years, Jake. With three kids and all of them in sports, she was often stressed out. I totally understand, even just one toddler was exhuasting. I couldnt imagine having anymore kids. “I bet Hannah would love to chase Cory around the backyard and i wouldnt mind kicking back for a good hamburger and a Smirnoff. Let me know what time and we’ll be there.” I replied back, Cory was her youngest daughter, 5 years old and the cutest little cheerleader. She adored my daughter. “Okay, I am running behind already and i gotta go, text me if anything happens, thank you for watching Hannah.” I tell Sammy as i grab my keys from the turquoise kitchen catch all bowl and head for the door. “Have a great night at work, Jade! Hopefully your shift goes by quickly and there arent any creeps there tonight!” Sammy giggles, probably thinking about last Friday when an old sleazy man decided to grab my ass after i dropped his beer off. Needless to say, he got kicked out of the bar for the night. “Ugh, god i hope there isn’t either. I can’t stand men.” I grumble and walk out the door, hearing Sammys laughter at my expense. I unlock my little Kia Forte and start heading downtown. I lived in a town called Cohen, about an hour off the west coast. Everything i could ever need was in town, from the grocery store, to some clothing shops, bars, restaurants, a bank, a small school and a new gym as well. I pull around behind the bar to the small employee parking lot. The log cabin style, 2 floor bar was where i had worked since I came to town 3 years ago. I check my hair in the pull down mirror before getting out of my car, and start walking inside. I notice a fluff of white hair in a net, was at the picnic table we had in the staff smoking area. I shoot her a smile. “You’re starting early tonight Betty, everything going okay?” Usually she waits til the kitchen closes at 10:30 to smoke. “Just wait til you get in there, youll see honey.” Her voice raspy, showing the years of smoking and abuse to her lungs. I heave a big sigh and open the backdoor. Instantly I can see that there wasnt as many people as i initially thought there would be, and our boss, Rick, isn’t happy about it. He is walking round the bright stainless steel kitchen, tall as an ox, red faced, with a barrel of a belly on him that is leading his way, back and forth. “That damn sports bar has taken more of my customers with the promise of a Seahawks game playing and cheap wings! Does no one have loyalty anymore?” He whines and turns around, seeing me set my jacket and purse in the little locker. “There you are, running late again, no worries though because we only have 5 customers in the entire bar.” He blathers on loudly with sarcasm, like a petulant child who isnt getting their way, I’m not usually late but he tends to be irritable with anything having to do with the sports bar comes up. It was about a year old and people around here did love to watch their football while eating. “Here I am, sorry im a bit late, I always try my best to be early.” I say politely, i need this job more than i feel the need to throat punch him. It would be satisfying though. He hums grumpily and tells me to hurry up and go to the bar counter while he goes to his office. I walk out behind the shiny, dark walnut bar and see three people at the bar and a couple at a table. The other bartender, Lizzy, is behind the bar already, playing on her phone. Everyone has full drinks and food in front of them, all satisfied, i get a rag and start wiping down the other 10 tables. Hopefully it picks up, I usually get more from tips than my actual paycheck. I hear the door ring and hear Izzy call out, “Be right with you!” I quickly wipe down the last sticky red and white checkered table and go to put my rag back behind the bar. I get about 3 feet before i see the newest customer, a lone man with a dad bod, but the hot dad bod. Black and grey traditional style tattoos cover both his arms, beefy biceps complimented by a navy t-shirt. That shirt covered his thicker waist but you could tell he was on the chubby side. His black tactical style pants curving around his hips and thick, powerful, thighs just right, and I bet his ass looks just as nice. I shake my head of my dirty thoughts and pull my gaze up to see a neatly trimmed dark blond beard, and when i look up at his eyes, my feet freeze to the floor.