The red-haired boy was thankful that most of the customer’s had vacated the premise. Jay absolutely loved working as a bartender here, but he wanted more out of his life than standing behind a bar. He was surrounded by people all the time who had made it, or were in the process of making it. He wanted to be an important role in society, and at the moment he was simply serving them drinks and cleaning up the empty glasses that the lazy one’s hadn’t brought back over to him. Jay complained a lot, but it was nice being a fly on the wall in a business full of elites. He got to hear the conversation’s going on. He got to see things the outside world didn’t. He simply couldn’t share all the news and gossip with others outside the organisation without the fear of getting trouble. He made his way around the premise glass collecting. It was easier when people had vacated the room. It made it easier for the red-haired male to find the glasses that people hide in every nook and cranny. He turned his head when he heard Kinsley speak to him. Instantly recognizing her voice, before looking up to make eye contact. “Sorry. I’m glass collecting,” He confessed, holding one of them up and adding them on to his tray of other empty glasses. “You should play flight of the bumblebees on the piano while I glass collect. It would be entertaining,” he teased, obviously only messing around.>
With slight furrow of her brows, Kinsley took a moment to remember her employee’s name. There was a reason Bennett handled the front of the house. He was so much better at social interactions. However, when he mentioned picking up glasses, she mentally ran through a list of all the recent hires and through a process of elimination came up with what she hoped was his name. With a dismissive wave of her hand, the club owner picked up her drink and took a sip. “Right. Thank you, Jay for being such dedicated employee. Don’t think those things don’t go unnoticed,” she remarked before dancing all ten fingers along the cool keys. “Not sure flight of the bumblebees is part of my repertoire, but I’m sure I can come up with something equally entertaining.” With that, she flashed him a small smile and began playing, John Lennon’s, Imagine. “Can’t go wrong with a classic. So,” she hummed while continuing her performance, “How did things go tonight? From what I could tell, it seemed like a profitable evening. You all were burning through our liquor inventory.”
