POV

I hear the front door of the bar slam shut. My arms are elbow deep inside of the sink scrubbing chocolate syrup from a dirty martini glass. The noise startles me and I look up. Oh great, the devil just walked in. When I say the devil, I am obviously referring to my narcissistic ex William. I sigh and slowly observe his body language. He is walking tall, as if he just got cat called by some M.I.L.F.s on his walk in. Duty calls and I unfortunately have to serve this dude. It is so much easier to just avoid his existence completely, but I was working this shift alone. 

“What’s up?”

“Hola!” he replies, scanning the beer selection quickly, “Fuck it! Give me a jack and diet”.

Great. Just great. I know what kind of night this is going to be. His cocky attitude tempts me to give him a jack and diet with a twist of spit, but I refrain. I hand him the glass and start him a tab, this was going to be one extremely long evening. I watch him take his straw from his glass and start chewing it, as if he is nervous or anxious about something. Which side of William will I be dealing with tonight? By the looks of it, it will probably be the wasted and obnoxious alpha-male William. 

“Hey! Give me three shots of Jameson” William says.

“Hell, go ahead and make me another drink too. I’m feeling some type of way”.

I bet you are feeling some type of way. The kind of way that pisses me off. I can almost guarantee this douche thinks I am going to be babysitting him tonight. Or if he is feeling really lucky he thinks he will be sleeping in my bed. The thought of both options almost make me vomit right there in the ice bin. God, I need a shot.