Joseph took a long drag of his cigarette as he looked out over the area behind the bar, which was lit only by the light that extended from the wall behind him. He could make out only the silhouette of everything around him, but he could see enough to find the dumpster still full from the day before. “Jesus Christ. When the fuck are those idiots gonna come for that damn dumpster?” he muttered as he exhaled a breath of smoke. Already agitated from the busy night, he shook his head and threw down the butt of the cigarette before he stomped on it and put out the flame. He took in a deep breath, and he brought his hands up to rub his eyes, already feeling the stress began to alleviate as the cigarette settled in. He made his way back inside and came up to the bar, whistling at one of his employees and jabbing his thumb at a table for them to clear. “Go on. Go clean that shit up. I’m back,” he grumbled before he sighed and came up to the patron sitting at the bar. Joseph placed his hands on the counter, nodding to the person as his eyes scanned over his new customer, “What can I get for you?”
Aislinn traced the rim of her glass with the tip of her finger, wondering when the hell she would be able to go home for the night. The “mom group”, as she’d dubbed them in her head, of women with small kids she worked with had asked her to be their designated driver for the night while they got plastered with a few hours away from their kids and husbands. She hadn’t minded really, until she’d actually shown up to the bar they’d been at the time they said they’d be ready to go, only for them to say they wanted to be there a little while longer...only it had been forty-five minutes since then. She sighed, wondering why she’d agreed to this, coming up with an excuse would have been easy...or just saying no. “Just coke, please” she replied, “I’m driving them home.” She said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing to her colleagues who were probably a little more rowdy than they should have been.
