Since Michelle was 17 she worked at a little cafe in Queens. Once she turned 21 she moved on to being a bartender. She made better money...
It was Saturday night and boy was it busy. She definitely made some great tips and had to cut off a few old drunk men but.. the night finally started to slow down. At this point in the night the only people left at the bar were either, coworkers having a drink before then went home, regulars, or very drunk (usually harmless) men- sometime women.
Michele noticed someone sitting at the bar she didn’t recognized and this person definitely wasn’t wasted. She continued to dry some clean glasses and walked up to them behind the bar.
“Bars closing soon, can I get you anything?”














