Spencer’s hand went up over their eyes before dropping them with a sigh. “This was a lot more difficult then I thought it would be.” Grabbing a cup Spencer did a full circle around before finding the bottle of rum.
Ben watched the bartender move behind the bar, his lips curved upwards in to a smile at the bartenders words. “I was going to tease you about not knowing how to make a Cuba Libre, but I have the slight advantage of being a bartender.” He said with a light chuckle. “Coke, lime and rum, those are the ingredients.”
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Spencer laughed before taking a small sip. It really didn’t seem hard for anyone to be having a better night then them. “That’s good.” Spencer paused looking to make sure no one else needed anything at the bar. “I’ll be better at the end of this week. When I’m back at my correct job here.”
Cole didn’t mind at all, he knew what it was like to have a bad day, he wouldn’t give them a hard time just because of it. Smiling when she lined up to glasses. “Well it doesn’t seem hard to have a better night than you.” He laughed softly. “I’m having a great night.”
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When he laughed Spencer relaxed slightly. At least he didn’t start screaming at them like the dude from the might before. “Thanks.” Spencer lined up two glasses before filling them. They weren’t sure the exact rules of them drinking on the job, but Spencer felt they deserved it. "So having a better night then me I hope?”
Cole couldn’t help the smile and small laugh. “Just ice and jack daniels. Easy easy for one that isn’t used to being a bartender.” Looking to them. “You might want to make one of those for yourself too.”
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“Shit shit shit.” Spencer smuttered to their self. “Sorry just give me a second.” They moved to the other side of the bar. They felt like this was going to be the longest week of their life. They weren’t a bartender for a reason, this was clearly it. “I’m sorry but I really need you to tell me what is in that drink.”
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Spencer gave a light chuckle. “That happens. People just all seem to be able to pick up on the escort vibe. Even if just temporarily.”
“Over the last ten hours, I’ve had multiple people slap my ass. I don’t really know how to feel about that. Do I have escort written on my face now that I’m not owner for the week?”
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“Sorry.” Spencer sighed slightly. They really were having a hard time with this whole everyone switching jobs thing. Escorting was so much easier then bartending to them. “I really just need to know what is in a Sex on the Beach.” Chewing on the inside of their lip Spencer admitted defeat. “Or I can’t give that person their drink,” pointing to the end of the bar.
“Not the manager this week,” Arya spoke calmly in reply to the person’s question, “So you’re going to need to find someone who is actually supposed to help you out. Sorry.” She was finally starting to realise that stressing over the situation at hand was pointless – it was time for her to calm down and let the people who had taken over her job do just that.
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