The mention of bartender made him think of his father, he was always looking for extra help. Especially around this time of year. "You know my pops is always looking for bartenders? You'd at least have a higher clientele than you'd get at any old pub," he admitted, swirling the glass around to swirl his beer around.
"If you find anything that's fun and good money, let me know. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do," he muttered the last bit, letting out a soft sigh. He knew he couldn't work for his uncle forever, he'd need to get a job of his own sooner than later. Bella would be home before he knew it. He was just lucky he had a savings, did Lucy have a savings to fall back on? He assumed so, she was so meticulous, there was no way she was bad with money. He twitched nervously, what if she didn't? Gods, he worried about her. "Fuck," was a soft groan.