Chapter 12

Shawna

You know the worst part of being a bartender?

People.

Tonight, is an exceptionally annoying night. Not only was I ten minutes late, not realizing the time when I was spending time with Max, but Mickey, my boss had the audacity to call me on it.

Granted, being late is never okay, but after I've given this job my all for almost two years and not to mention him banging the new waitress Heidi, that is late to every single one of her shifts, he didn't have the right to give me a fifteen minute lecture.

Mix that anger in with some annoyance from the same group of men that think it's cute to pinch my ass cheek every time I turn around to grab their next piss bottle of beer, and I'm more of a ticking time bomb.

"Hey baby cheeks, we need another one over here." The loud mouth hollers from across the room.

I've already told Mickey about these guys and he has spoken with them but to no avail. They are still a bunch of drunken idiots and unfortunately, Mickey only cares for money. He