Page 15 of Lucy
CHAPTER FIVE
I was drunk when I clocked in. What the fuck were they going to do? I worked in a bar. I pushed past the weird mute kid, Hush, and barged into the break room. Hush stood in the door way like a creepy hulk, staring down at me.
“Well, Hush, if you’re gonna speak now would be the time. Otherwise get the fuck out of my space.” I glared at him and he scoffed before stalking away. I didn’t understand how you could work somewhere for a year and never say more than like four words. All those good looks were wasted on him.
“What the hell is your problem?” Treasure plopped down beside me, elbows resting on the rickety table. She was the owner of On the Rocks and only person I talked to at work. I used to be a social butterfly and throw tons of parties but I realized really quickly that just because people will party with you don’t mean they’ll go to bat for you. So when I got evicted for throwing all those awesome parties, suddenly, nobody had a place for me to stay.
Fuck them all.
“I’m pissed at my brother,” I told her. “And his fucking girlfriend.”
“Uh oh. Abel got a girlfriend?” She winced and shook her head before standing up. “Well, darling, shake it off you need to be out there we’re already getting tons of requests for you from this one guy. Looks like it’s going to be one hell of a night.” I nodded but in my head, I was rolling my eyes. Screw those customers.
How could Abel let Nora meet his girlfriend before me? I wasn’t that bad. Well, I did hit the girl in the face with a glass but she was a bitch. So?
The only thing I regretted was saying my siblings could choke on a dick and die. I knew better than saying things like that. Karma was real and words made things happen in the universe. I’d have to apologize to Abel. Fuck Lauren though. Bitch. She honestly could eat a dick and die and I wouldn’t shed a tear. She wasn’t right for my brother.
I knew he couldn’t be with me either but…Lauren wasn’t who he clicked with. I’d kill her myself and do away with her before I let her move in with him.
I needed to get my drunk and hazy mind off Abel.
I tied my apron on and went to work. Hush eyed me for a few awkward minutes and I flipped him off so he’d move along. He returned the favor and I laughed a little. Sometimes, the man had spunk. Most times he just glared at everyone with those creepy ass eyes of his. They looked like lava. Like chunks of melted amber.
“Well, if it isn’t Lucy the beauty.” A drunk old man with a belly and a handlebar mustache saddled up to the bar front and center. He must have been the one requesting me. I didn’t remember his face. I got so many requests and saw so many customers that after a while they blended together.
“Hey sweetie, what can I get for you?” I flashed him that devastating smile of mine and he chuckled, making his belly jiggle.
“Now if you could put that pretty little pussy on my mustache, I’d be happy.” His eyes were so hungry. It made me want to vomit. I smiled though. It’s what I was good at.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Wife not giving you enough at home?”
“My wife isn’t you. I think that’s a huge chunk of the problem.” He laughed again then licked his lips.
“Still never told me what you want to drink, sweetie. How about some bourbon? You look like a bourbon man.” I spun around and grabbed a bottle, tossing it in the air, watching it flip a few times and then catching it. I was impressed with myself because I was still pretty fucking drunk.
“Bourbon will be fine. I’ll take the bottle as long as you keep pouring the drinks,” he slid a crisp hundred dollar bill my way. I blew him a kiss right after I wiggled the money between my tits, giving him a nice show. I felt a pair of eyes on me and turned over my shoulder to see Hush grimacing as he made his way back with dirty glasses and dishes for the back.
“Hey, does that fucking retard have a problem?” The man with the handlebar mustache growled in a low tone, leaning over the bar. I frowned at him and shook my head.
“Hush? No. He doesn’t talk much but he’s not retarded. I don’t like that word. The last thing you want to do is piss me off, okay?” I patted his hand and forced a smile. I could make fun of Hush. Not the customers.
“I’d never want to piss you off.”
“Good. Let’s keep it like that.” I winked and poured him another glass of bourbon. All night, I filled glasses and did tricks with bottles that would have shown anyone why I was able to suck dick instead of pay rent. All night, Mr. Handlebar Mustache gawked at me and tossed hundreds my way like they were ones.
He was totally shitfaced at the end of my shift. I had the order to cut him off an hour ago but I slid him a few watered down drinks so I could get more tips. I was nearing the thousand-dollar mark.
“Hush, you clocking out too?” I asked. I was much more pleasant once I was sober and had nine hundred dollars in my bra.
“Yeah,” he grunted. I punched his card then punched mine and headed out the staff entrance to the bar. I ran smack into a goddamn wall. Only it wasn’t a wall and it reeked of bourbon.
Mr. Handlebar Mustache.
“I love Lucy,” he chuckled as his meaty fingers wrapped around my arm.
“Aren’t you sweet? Now can you get the fuck off me?” I jerked away, fishing for the pepper spray I kept on my key ring. Mr. Mustache snatched my purse and threw it though. I couldn’t see where it went. I only heard it hit the concrete. My heart pumped fear through my veins and I opened my mouth to scream.
Only a sliver of my scream escaped before my mouth was covered and Mr. Mustache pulled me away from the door. I went bananas. I kicked and scratched and thrashed like my life depended on it because as far as I knew, it did. I refused to get raped and killed by some fucked up customer that didn’t know about boundaries.
