Around midnight, I get a rare break from people coming up to the bar, and I sweep my gaze over the club. Briar is getting ready to get on stage to sing, and my bladder is beginning to scream at me. I need someone to take over for a second.
“Are you doing the ‘I need a bathroom’ dance?” Lexi asks, leaning over the bar.
I usually have someone else working with me, but she called out sick. I haven’t made it to the bathroom all night, so that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.
“Yes,” I tell her with a groan. “Do you feel like babysitting the liquor while I run out to pee?”
“Since I have no other choice, go,” she says, chuckling, coming around to take my place.
“Thank you,” I hiss, my bladder cramping as I limp toward the short hallway behind me.
I can hear Lexi at the bar announcing that the firefly had to fly, a play on the nickname she has for me, and I huff out a desperate sound.
There are bathrooms all over the club, but I’m headed toward the employees only section. Black candelabras hang from the wall with electric lighting to light my way, and they match the black chandeliers that I thrifted from a town just outside of Widows Peak.
I try not to leave often, but I got a tip that the store might have a few of the missing pieces I’d been looking for at the bar, so I jumped at the opportunity to go look. Lexi, Lark, Luna, Briar, and I own the club together, though it’s Lexi, Briar and I who work here.
Lexi does a lot of the bookkeeping and helps with serving, while I do the hiring and shopping for the club. We all chip in to help each other however we need to, and the town belongs to us as well.
We ran afoul of an evil man named Gideon, and this town was our prize for keeping quiet.
“Ow,” I whimper, running to the employee door that leads to our hallway. Entering the lock PIN number, I shove open the door and walk through it.
I make sure to kick the door closed before I continue on to the bathroom, pushing my way inside a stall for my bladder’s salvation.
“Fuck, I have to piss,” I gasp, peeling down my leather pants before collapsing on the toilet seat.
My eyes nearly cross in happiness as I do my business, and I’m breathing hard from how badly my bladder is cramping as Iclean up and fix my pants. There’s nothing like having to pee so badly that you’re not sure if you’ll make it or not.
Opening the stall door, I walk over to the sink to wash my hands, dry them, and pull my hair down from its high bun. It’s beginning to give me a headache, and the AC is running high enough in the main club that I shouldn’t have any issues with overheating.
I fix my boobs in my corset top, knowing that’s the reason I don’t have to smile while behind the bar, and roll my eyes at the thought of having to be cute and sweet to earn a living. No, thank you.
Turning, I exit the room and walk quickly back to the bar. My heeled boots make a clipping sound on the floor as I hurry back, which I like to think of as a bitch walking with purpose. It’s the only way to walk, right?
Lexi likes to chat when she’s behind the bar, and I can see that she’s got a few people waiting. Taking a deep breath I know makes my tits jiggle, I head back into the fray. The club closes in two hours, and then we have more than enough staff to close up. The cleaners will be in at five in the morning and have their own keys to handle whatever mess is left over from our customers. They’ll clean the club from top to bottom so the town can party again in the small town style they’re accustomed to.
There are a lot of moving pieces to our business, and Hank was out here earlier in the day to save me from a heinous toilet situation. Seriously, it was a bad time.
“I haven’t seen Hank’s invoice yet,” Lexi says, stepping back to give me space to take over. We always seem to be on the same wavelength as twins. “The toilet was heinous. I want to make sure I pay him as soon as possible.”
“Whoever thought it would be funny to toss a rubber ducky in there and flush it is a monster.” I sigh, shuddering.
Yes, I’m serious. I was working last night, and it was an absolute mess. We had to close early, leaving me to beg Hank to come out to help. Thank god he thought it was funny as fuck once he fished it out of the pipes. The fucker was just big enough to get stuck.
“I paid him since I was here, and threw in a tip. He didn’t want to take it, but I claimed it was a duck's prerogative."
“That’s not a thing,” she says, laughing. Oops, my sister’s turning red from lack of oxygen.
I’m not really the type of person who is funny on purpose. It just kind of happens.
“He’s not going to be happy with that,” Lexi says, trying to catch her breath.
“Eh, he’ll just take it off our next emergency.” I shrug. “Hank’s handled though.”
She usually pays the bills when we have people come out to do maintenance, but I’ll do it if I’m around. Splitting up our duties is a dance that just seems to work.
“Thanks, you’re the best,” she says with a grin, leaving me to take back over my bar.
