Maverick574
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Rheily stood at the window of a shop. She couldn't afford to buy whatever she looked at, but she dreamt of owning this dress that hung from the plastic person in the window. It was a summer dress, a light green color and it would enhance her hazel eyes. She straightened herself in the reflection of the window and saw the dress on her. It would fit and match perfectly, one day. She smiled and turned skipping away a little bit down the street. It was time for her shift at the bar, she was going to work closing shift tonight, that meant more tips, but hopefully no problems.
She turned the corner of the buildings and saw the cook from the kitchen smoking. "Hey Irvin!" she smiled and skipped over. He wrapped her in a half hug and spoke quickly. "Careful, bossman is on one today, think the old man hasn't been laid in over a month so he's on the rag" he winked at her with his silly words and she gave a little giggle. Irvin was one reason she loved working here, the workers for Dylan were all like family to one another. She felt like she had plenty of big brothers now, it was better then her real blood family. "I'll keep my head down and make good money, thanks" she pulled on the door and walked in the back her coat slid off revealing nice breasts and a slim waist pushed together in a tight black top. She smoothed her shirt and fixed her dark blue jeans and checked her heels.
She knocked once and heard his gruff enter tone of a complaint. "Hey Dylan, I'm here, just letting you know. I'm going to relieve Ben so he can go home after I take a liqure list. Anything you need back here?" She smiled at him as he looked up at her and he sighed while leaning back in his chair. "No. Rheily, thank you though." he turned back to his work and she shut the door. He couldn't be all to mean to her and she knew it. A little grin pulled on the corner of her mouth and she walked towards the bar, when she walked through the door she heard a little cheer and she looked up. "Ah, my boys!" she wandered over to the table of old men and gave them each a kiss on the cheek. "How you doin' honey" she winked at him and they all answered quickly. She laughed to end whatever conversation they were having and walked back to the bar patting Ben's arm. He grunted and finished cleaning some classes. She wrote a list and hung it on the board for Dylan and Ben was already gone. He always had to leave right away. Never said much on Friday nights and she didn't understand why. She sighed and whiped down the bartop and then leaned back against the beer cooler.
She needed customers. She needed something new. People came in, ordered shots, ordered beers, drinks, joked, hit on her, pissed off their girlfriends, everything like normal. She was used to it. Same routine. She looked over at her tip jug though and sighed. Same ol crappy tips too, that meant no dress yet. She had even asked people to come in and no one had yet. Some friends she had. She sighed and poured a shot of Jameson and brought it over to the man hitting on the woman at the end of the bar. "Anything else for you?" she asked quickly, the man was on his A game, he waved her away and she turned adding the shot to his total. God, was she bored...
She turned the corner of the buildings and saw the cook from the kitchen smoking. "Hey Irvin!" she smiled and skipped over. He wrapped her in a half hug and spoke quickly. "Careful, bossman is on one today, think the old man hasn't been laid in over a month so he's on the rag" he winked at her with his silly words and she gave a little giggle. Irvin was one reason she loved working here, the workers for Dylan were all like family to one another. She felt like she had plenty of big brothers now, it was better then her real blood family. "I'll keep my head down and make good money, thanks" she pulled on the door and walked in the back her coat slid off revealing nice breasts and a slim waist pushed together in a tight black top. She smoothed her shirt and fixed her dark blue jeans and checked her heels.
She knocked once and heard his gruff enter tone of a complaint. "Hey Dylan, I'm here, just letting you know. I'm going to relieve Ben so he can go home after I take a liqure list. Anything you need back here?" She smiled at him as he looked up at her and he sighed while leaning back in his chair. "No. Rheily, thank you though." he turned back to his work and she shut the door. He couldn't be all to mean to her and she knew it. A little grin pulled on the corner of her mouth and she walked towards the bar, when she walked through the door she heard a little cheer and she looked up. "Ah, my boys!" she wandered over to the table of old men and gave them each a kiss on the cheek. "How you doin' honey" she winked at him and they all answered quickly. She laughed to end whatever conversation they were having and walked back to the bar patting Ben's arm. He grunted and finished cleaning some classes. She wrote a list and hung it on the board for Dylan and Ben was already gone. He always had to leave right away. Never said much on Friday nights and she didn't understand why. She sighed and whiped down the bartop and then leaned back against the beer cooler.
She needed customers. She needed something new. People came in, ordered shots, ordered beers, drinks, joked, hit on her, pissed off their girlfriends, everything like normal. She was used to it. Same routine. She looked over at her tip jug though and sighed. Same ol crappy tips too, that meant no dress yet. She had even asked people to come in and no one had yet. Some friends she had. She sighed and poured a shot of Jameson and brought it over to the man hitting on the woman at the end of the bar. "Anything else for you?" she asked quickly, the man was on his A game, he waved her away and she turned adding the shot to his total. God, was she bored...