I scoffed and tipped my beer back, taking a long drink. The cold liquid rushed down my throat, cooling me from the inside out. That’s exactly what I’d been needing.
“I used to work in a place just like this,” she mumbled, eyes moving about and taking in the place.
“Yeah? Did you bartend or waitress?”
“Both. It just depended on the night. I preferred waitressing, though. I made more in tips.”
“Really? I would have thought you’d make more bartending. Drunk people like to tip pretty girls.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but when you’re stuck behind the bar, you can only wait on those twelve people. When you’re a waitress, you get all the tables where people tip more than a dollar or two at a time. Plus, it was usually the rowdy crowd that occupied the bar, unless Alex and his buddies came in.”
“Alex is the loser boyfriend, huh?”
She nodded, a sad look washing over her pretty face.
“What did he say when you caught him and broke up with him?”
“He didn’t say anything.”
“How’s that even possible?” I drank again.
“Because he didn’t know I caught him. I got out of there before he could see me.”
“So, you didn’t even get the satisfaction of breaking up with him?”
She sighed. “No, I got the satisfaction of wrecking his most prized possession.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know why you stayed with that loser. You probably could have thrown a rock and hit twelve guys that would’ve treated you better than he did.”
“It was a small town.” She reached for her glass of water. “I was scared that Alex and his friends would start trouble if I tried to leave or go with anyone else.”
I lifted my brows at that statement. “Were they some kind of gang or something?”
She sipped her water and put the glass down. “They don’t like that term. It’s a motorcycle club.”
A group of girls started laughing, and we both looked in their direction, finding five or six of them up on the dance floor, dancing together. Each one was dressed skimpier than the last, most of them in short shorts or skirts. Only one of them was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and each one of them had either their stomach or the swell of their tits poking out of their tight tops. They had their arms in the air as they moved their hips back and forth to the beat of the music.
I didn’t mean to check them out, but apparently that’s what I did because the grin left my lips when I heard Crash scoff.
“There’s a group of them in every bar,” she muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I looked back at her.
She rolled her eyes. “The group of girls who are loud and want all the attention. It doesn’t matter what bar you go to, you’ll findthatgroup.”
“Don’t be a hater. They’re just having fun.”
She looked at me like I’d betrayed her. “What’s so fun about getting hammered and shaking your ass for a bunch of guys?”
I shrugged. “It’s not about shaking their ass for a bunch of guys. It’s about the freedom you feel when you have a buzz going. Have you ever drunk before?” I picked up my bottle and took another swig.
“No, I don’t drink. I saw the way it made my dad and all his stupid friends act. I saw how it made everyone act when working at a bar.”
“You need to learn how to chill out and not be so judgmental. If you don’t want to drink, fine, but don’t be one of those people who turn their nose up at people who do. Unless you’ve experienced it, you can’t say shit about it.”
“Are you seriously defending a bunch of drunk girls right now?”
“I’m defending everyone in this bar that has a drink in front of them.” I rubbed my jaw. “Look, I get where you’re coming from. People have done some bad things after drinking. I mean, there are people who drink and drive and end up killing an innocent person.”
