Giselle | Jesse

"Giselle, what did I say about leaving your work clothes on the floor?" My olde sister, Esmeralda snapped.

Coming home at two in the morning, after working since six in the morning tends to make you very forgetful, mainly tired. All that was on the floor was my apron and work t-shirt, I didn't think it was an issue.

"It was an accident, I came home tired and I just dropped my stuff, I'll clean it up." I announced, walking out of the guest room.

I really don't call it my room, she took me in unwillingly, burdening her, once my father didn't want me in his life anymore. I can't say I'm surprised by it, he blames me for my mother's death.

Esmeralda walked over, handing me the clothes before swiftly turning away. She was dressed in her formal business clothes, assuming she's heading to work or a meeting with clients.

"I'll be back around 7pm, lock up if you leave." Esme gave me a brief nod, closing the door behind her.

I sighed, combing my hand through my hair. My shift started in an hour, figure might as well get ready and leave. I showered quickly, after exiting and pulled some dark skinny jeans on with a black v-neck shirt. Grabbing my jacket, I stuffed my wallet and keys into my bag, heading towards the door.

Locking up, I walked over to my little Sedan, one of my mom's goodbye gifts to me, and one of the reasons why my dad didn't want me. We weren't always like this, of course we weren't the happy go lucky family either but we were content.

I drove towards the bar, I work most shifts I'm given and it covers most of the rent. My sister wouldn't let me live with her unless I paid so I had no other alternative. I parked the car, turning it off and stepped out. I yawned, stretching my arms over my head. I was so tired, and I still decided to come into work instead of sleeping in.

It was mainly due to not being around my sister.

"Giselle, you're here. Go help Hugo rearrange the bottles," Ricky, my manager nudged his head towards the bar. I saluted him, walking toward the semi empty bar. It was 10am, the bar doesn't crowd until 12pm, so we had enough time to set everything up.

Hugo was balancing some bottles in his arms, trying to place them in the right position. He hadn't noticed me behind him, too busy trying to adjust them.

"Shit, where does this one go?"

"By the Bacardi," I whispered.

"Oh yeah, you're right." He absentmindedly replied, placing the Havana Club in between Bacardi and Captain Morgan.

"Mmhm, good shit H,"

"Oh fvck! Giselle, jesus woman!" He cursed, placing the bottle down and glared at me. His blonde locks bouncing around with the movement, his blue eyes sparkling in anger.

I laughed, placing my bag into the back shelves of the bar. Grabbing my apron, I tied it around my waist and pulled the other bottles away from H. He grunted in response as we repositioned most of the bottles in comfortable silence.

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It was 10pm, the crowds of people started to pile in and that's when we started to get real busy. H and I were going back and forth making, passing, and handing drinks to people.

After an hour and a half, the crowd died down a little and we had a chance to catch our breath. I leaned on the bar, watching people dancing around, drinking and flirting. It was oddly fascinating, watching people get overly drunk and act out of character. It usually happened once or twice in the night, and that's when H would whip his phone out and record it.

"Hey beautiful," A raspy voice spoke, giving me chills and it wasn't because I enjoyed the way his voice sounded.

I looked to my right and noticed this man, in his mid thirties with a reseeding hairline. He gave me a sultry smile, one I wished I hadn't seen.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked, politely as I could muster.

"I'd like to drink you up,"

"I'm not on the menu, so what will it be?"

"Well I already told you, I'd like you, beautiful. I'm amazed at your beauty," He smirked, pulling a hand towards me, reaching mine. I pulled my hand away, leaning away from the bar and gave him a look.

"I don't care," I said, shaking my head at him.

"Is he bugging you, Giselle?" I heard Ricky's voice boom behind me. I watched the man's eyes widened, his face turning pale, eyes wide almost like a deer. I opened my mouth to speak but no hairline man spoke first.

"N-No! I was j-just leaving!" He stuttered, getting up and ran out the door like if his ass was on fire.

"Thanks," I chuckled.

"Anytime, kid," He ruffled my hair, messing with it even more before heading into the back.

"I'm 22!" I snapped, fixing my hair. I heard his laugh float out of the room as he disappeared.