It was the first weekend shift she was working at Muldoons, and so far it was actually a lot easier than she expected. She had bartended here and there in New York City, where people had about half of the patience as they seemed to have in Newport Beach. Every so often she had to refresh her memory by checking a little drink cheat sheet she kept in her pocket, but for the most part, it was like riding a bicycle. For her uniform, Vanessa was supposed to wear non slip shoes, a black shirt, and either black shorts or pants. No matter how hard she tried, she hadn’t been able to convince the manager to let her wear black skirts, so Vanessa was forced to accessorize to feel like herself. She wore a pair of black shorts, a fitted v-neck black tee-shirt, and a bright green bow held her hair up. When in an Irish themed pub, you might as well look the part. You couldn’t really see below her waist, but she wore a pair of tall non-slip doc marten boots with green and white stripped socks peeping over the edge.
When Vanessa heard someone try to get her attention, she immediately set down the sugar free red bull she had been drinking, and went over to him. Well, he certainly was good looking wasn’t he? If this was the type of clientele that came into Muldoons on Fridays, she was going to work every Friday. “For you, I have five minutes. What can I get you?”