love yourself so no one has to

Meghan Nicoli Thirty Languages Major Bartender at Mount Olympus

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ritasaysrelax​:​

Rita couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips as she overheard Meg with her customer. Bleeding hearts on their sixth whiskey, neat of the night were not exactly the world’s cheeriest of conversationalists at the best of times. You’d have to be on that at least to think that Meg wanted to hear your latest sob story. Rita gave it another beat or so before finishing up and heading over. “Man, you just cannot catch a break. I think you just need to take some time for yourself now, bud. Forget about that guy, you deserve way better. How about leaving the keys, calling a cab and heading home for the night? It’ll be better tomorrow,” she winked, clearing the empty glass. Rita gave Meg the slightest nudge, holding back a smile- “You ready to get outta here?”

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Meghan continued to hold a fake smile as Rita urged the guy to get the hell over it and get out. From what she could tell, it seemed like Rita had somehow caught even more of the man’s conversation that she had because she barely had any context for what had finally shut the man up. “God, yes.” She exclaimed, dumping the rag she was using to clean the bar and grabbing her coat. “If I have to stand her for one more second, I swear one of these customers won’t survive their next shot.” Meghan hung her coat over one arm and linked her other with Rita’s as they headed towards the door. “My hero.” She faked a swoon.

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remy-reinhardt​:​

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“… Hey, miss, if you don’t want to listen to me talking, you can just say so. Okay?” Remy replied, more than a little bit angered. “Sheesh, no need to be so passive aggressive, you know…”

Second time celebrating, since this was, by some miracle, the second time he got a really good job. And as his family was now absolutely fed up of him going on and on on how excited he was about it, how he had already thought of a few ideas of some sampler things he could prepare, Remy, mostly due to a lack of friends, decided he needed to go to the bar where he had met that nice young woman, Maddi, and that handsome barkeep, Cyrus, and maybe try his hand at making another friend.

It wasn’t going wonderfully, to put it mildly. “I’ll have another, please,” Remy asked her as he pointed at his glass. “So, where would you rather be, since you’re clearly wanting to be somewhere else?”

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Meghan scoffed at his attitude, eyes drifting off to the side before returning to him. “Actually, I have another thirty minutes to go before I can be free to tell you to stop.” She kept an overly pleasant smile on her face, but it didn’t even come close to reaching her eyes as she reached for his glass and replaced it with another of the same.

“Oh, we’re not doing that.” Meghan shook her head and simultaneously waved a finger. “I listen to your crap, you don’t get to listen to mine.” Honestly, if he had just stopped talking to her or even carried on with his story instead of snapping, she might not had been so harsh in her response. “Literally anywhere else. I’d be anywhere else. But, I can’t even get fired from this dump, so here we are. Please, tell me more about your samplers.”

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hunter-guerrero​:​

Hunter was just trying to enjoy a drink at the Mount Olympus bar in peace and quiet. It had been a long day at work and he wasn’t even looking to find anyone like he did many nights when he was out drinking. He just wanted to unwind and go home. But this guy sitting next to him would not shut the fuck up. He didn’t want to hear it, clearly the bartender didn’t want to hear it, but he didn’t seem to be picking up her hints. When she sarcastically asked for more, he gladly continued on and Hunter couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh my God, no one cares! No one fucking cares. She doesn’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it, go bother someone else or go home,” Hunter snapped, glaring the man down. At first, he seemed aghast but, as was common with the handyman, his looming, ominous presence gave off intimidating vibes that caused him to back down before he even began. Muttering something under his breath, the man took his drink and slunk back further down the bar. “God…” Hunter muttered, downing his own drink.

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At the outburst to her right, Meghan almost jumped where she stood, but she composed herself enough to make it look like a mere flinch. Despite this, however, she couldn’t stop the small snicker that escaped her. Even though she absolutely loathed the idea of anyone trying to save her from a shitty situation, she could tell that this man hadn’t snapped at the other customer for her benefit. Cleary, this chatterbox was being much louder than she had thought.

Looking back at possibly the dullest man on the planet, Meghan shrugged. “Stirring up trouble from other patrons is a pretty clear sign that it’s time to be cut off.” She spoke the words as though it was a rule she had no control over. “Now...” Her attention turned to the customer that seemed to lack impulse control. “Do I cut you off too or does this emotional riot get itself under control with more alcohol?”

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flash-hundredyarddash​:​

Freddie hadn’t meant to totally listen in on the whole back-and-forth at the bar but c’est la vie. He was just trying to unwind after a long hard day of picking up dented cones and such with a frozen Pina Colada (as you do). “May I interject here—,” he said, spinning around on his own stool, resting a foot on the patron’s stool and leaning forward in a sensational Hawaiian shirt. “If you, like, really wanna make things right again with your decorator you have to go to them, man. None of this moping and mumping, keeping Ms Meghan here from heading for the night. No no, you gotta take these intentions you’ve got and do something, friend. Oooor don’t. Why do today what you can do tomorrow for sure but either way, this shouldn’t be cheaper than therapy-,” he added, finger-gunning towards the Tips Jar.

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Meghan wasn’t one to appreciate men coming to her rescue, but even she had to admit that this interaction between the two men was pretty entertaining. She wasn’t sure how much this second guy had had to drink already, but he certainly gave off the impression that he was neck deep in the coconut rum. Opening her mouth to interrupt, Meghan stopped herself when he threw finger-guns at the tip jar. Okay, so he was funny, a little bit of a pain, and definitely didn’t need to jump in and save her, but... the tip jar was looking rather empty. “The man does have a point, you know. The more you drop, the more animated and responsive I’ll become.” She side-eyed the Hawaiian shirt and tilted her head, “Same goes for you too, Sunshine.”

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notasweetnightingale​:​

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While Deziree was not a frequenter of Mount Olympus, she did pop in occasionally, in spite of the place definitely not meeting her standard of taste. She was here simply because it was the agreed meeting place for the students in her next year of college, and she happened to be far too early. Deziree sat at the bar, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and trying to tune out whatever uninteresting story was being told two seats down from her. This was so not how she wanted to be spending her time, and frankly, she couldn’t believe the server was even humouring the guy with a nod or a hum.

With a sigh, and a look of pure unamusement, Deziree sat her phone on the bar and turned to the both of them. “Do you really want to know what happened next?” she asked, caring not for manners. “Because I certainly don’t.”

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It took everything Meghan had to not laugh at the girl two seats down, but she couldn’t suppress the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. “For the next thirty minutes, I’m paid to care.” God, she wished she could get a job literally anywhere else. She wasn’t built for customer service. “But please, if you have a more intriguing story that we can all listen to, please be my guest. I’m sure this... walking tequila shot has the capacity to listen as well as babble.” Meghan finished wiping down the bar, then moved over to the woman, taking the opportunity to get away from that guy. “Drink?”

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Meghan stared blankly between the customer in Mount Olympus and the time on the wall as she wiped down the bar and pretended to care about what they actually had to say. “Wow. That is so interesting.” She didn’t try to hide the deadpan expression, in fact, she hoped she sounded rude enough that they would just go away. What did she look like? A therapist? Her shift was minutes away from being over, but this was torture. “No way. And then what happened?” She wished she hadn’t asked.

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