@itswillbennett 11:45pm, Wednesday, 8/28pm, Avenue Nightclub
Sometimes it was just too damn busy, and even though Noah knew for a damn fact that all these thirsty bitches were paying his rent, he was still exhausted. Didn’t help that his other bartender had nipped out for a comically long smoke break while Noah struggled to keep up with the wild demand at the counter. By the time all the patrons had washed back to the dance floor and his other bartender was back, Noah was almost relieved to see just one man sitting at the counter.
Noah wandered over with a small smile, leaning against the counter. He was well aware his exhaustion likely showed on his face, but hey, maybe it’d work for him - some people had more sympathy with their money when they saw someone about to have their legs give out from under them. “Hey there - whatcha drinking tonight, buddy?”















