Sep 4, 2018
Late Night (bar)Tending
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Emmett looked around at the empty bar, wiping down the last bit of the bar counter as a yawn escaped his mouth. It was the last day of his first week and the owner of the bar had asked him to help him close. He didn’t mind the late hours, but it was still something he had to get use to. Glancing at his phone to check for any messages, he quickly shoved it back in his pocket when he heard a door open in the back. “I’m just about done in here, sir.” He called out, looking behind him to see the man standing in the door frame that lead to his office. “Anything else you need help with?”