Shayla Mackenzie (_herekittykitty) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-19 18:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-10 |
Who: Marisa and Shayla
When: around 10-ish
Where: Ozzy's
What: Just two cats, hangin' out, doin' like they do
Not for the first time, Shayla was glad for her job at Ozzy's - it served the first and most important function of keeping her from going completely batshit insane, stuck in a town she didn't really like and that she wanted to leave as soon as possible. But on top of that, it had a finger right on the pulse of the surprisingly decent local music scene and the money was okay. Not as good as what she'd been making back in NYC, but then again, it wasn't realistic to expect a bartending gig in a tiny town in Michigan to pull down the same kind of cash and sheer numbers that a bar in New York could do.
And okay, she wasn't shy about admitting it: she was a hot bartender, and working at this joint meant she had her share of admirers and people who thought she was awesome. Just like she thought she was awesome.
It was a slow night; the place would usually pick up a little later, but with the odd demon or two still sticking around, Shayla wasn't optimistic about it being a normal night. In fact, she was pretty much betting it'd stay quiet. But she needed whatever money she could get, so you wouldn't see her skipping out on shifts. Brent's mother's medical bills were still coming in and showing no sign of stopping, which meant that Shayla and Brent had to keep working in order to pay them.
She finished mixing the scotch and soda for her customer, adding it to his tab and sending him on his way with a smile. With no one else right in front of her, she took a moment for a mini-break, leaning against the back counter and taking a swig of the water she kept back there every shift for herself.