A little excerpt from a bar scene in that never-ending project that I’m working on.

A girl that looked like she had been assembled in a white person factory was waving her hand at Alex. She had the nervous energy of a Yorkshire Terrier and the same dumb beady eyes.

“Okay, like, I want. Girls? What are you having? Okay. I want. Vodka soda. Wait—no. Vodka diet Sprite. Do you have Grey Goose? It’s okay. Ketel. Okay, like shit. One Ketel Diet Sprite, one but light, one—wait, Courtney, what? Ew. Sure. And one Jack and Coke. Got that?” She waved a credit card.

Alex grimaced and took the card from her. “Keep it open?”

“Close it. Hey?”

“Yeah?”

She fluttered her eyes and gave a fake baby smile. “Make it strong, kay?”

This was pretty much what it was like to be a bartender.