Post by Nicole Marie Freeman on Aug 26, 2011 19:56:58 GMT -5
The money made bartending was just too good. The hourly rate was nothing to squeal over, but the tips were incredible. Especially if you were a relatively attractive girl with pink hair and tattoos. For some reason, looking like a rebel made you easy, which meant people thought they had a shot with you, which meant there were a lot of over-the-top compliments and over-the-top tips. Nicole didn't mind, necessarily, particularly since there was a bar between her and the crowd (that was reassuring). So far this job required a lot of talking, a lot of schmoozing, and a lot of restocking on beer - and not just beer, but 250 different brands of beer. Beer that was imported and local, in glass bottles or in cans, on tap or not. Why was there so much beer?
"Really, why is there so much beer?" she asked (speaking loudly over the crowd) one guy who introduced himself as Ben. In the five minutes she'd known him, she learned that he snowboarded up until grad school, that he washed with Dove body wash even though it was for women, and that he had gone to Octoberfest as an undergrad. Everyone had a story to tell.
"Really, why is there so much beer?" she asked (speaking loudly over the crowd) one guy who introduced himself as Ben. In the five minutes she'd known him, she learned that he snowboarded up until grad school, that he washed with Dove body wash even though it was for women, and that he had gone to Octoberfest as an undergrad. Everyone had a story to tell.
