A/N: Requested by a lovely, brave anon: “Hey so I had kinda an uncomfy experience at work… if you have time or find inspiration from this could you maybe write something about Colby’s girlfriend, who is a hostess at a pub getting hit on by a pushy drunk old man while he’s there ? No pressure to write if you don’t wanna I just thought angry Colby would be *chefs kiss*”
You sighed as you cleared the bar. You carefully dumped the empty glasses into the sink in the kitchen. The cook of the pub smiled at you appreciatively, glad that he wouldn’t have to brave the drunken crowd. “Thanks,” He beamed at you. You smiled back at him. “No problem. Just wanted to help out as much as I could,” You replied. You wiped your hands on a discarded towel and headed back into the bar, preparing yourself for the night-time rush.
Your phone chimed with a text, and you pulled your phone out of your pocket. You smiled down at the screen. Colby, Sam, Jake, Tara, and Katrina were coming to visit you at work, and so the guys could grab a drink. You were considerably cheered by this, and set to work with a little more gusto. You cleaned the already sparkling glasses, then rearranged the liquor bottles that were behind you.
Finally, you saw a ringed hand slid a debit card onto the bar out of the corner of your eye and you whirled around, a wide smile spreading across your face. Colby grinned back at you, his bright blue eyes glittering under the dim lighting in the bar. “Hey baby,” Colby greeted. Katrina and Tara were pouting, as they weren’t of legal age to buy a drink, and they didn’t want to risk your job by asking you to make them one.
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