I throw on a pair of semi-smart, dark skinny jeans and an equally questionable button up plaid shirt. It's the smartest I've got, though, and my boss seems to be dealing with that quite well. I can't imagine her kicking me out when I've got three years bar experience under my belt already and the only other applicants are students and under-qualified desperadoes with nothing going for them at all.
I hang around by the bathroom mirror, kind of uncertain about what I'm wearing, wondering whether it makes me look more like I'm on the wrong side of the bar or not. I'm getting over the thing with John, I think. I can at least look at myself in the mirror without feeling vaguely disgusted at myself or asking why he decided to rape me of all people. It's an improvement. Still not keen on being alone, or outside though.
I barely notice Hadley behind me until he hugs my waist from behind. I look at him in the mirror and smile putting my hand over his as they link over my stomach. He kisses my neck.
"I'm comin' already," I mumble, turning in his arms to face him, "can't move with a teenager hanging off me, though." He pouts and I smirk slightly, kissing him. He kisses back and I dislodge his arms from around me, moving into the living room to get my phone and wallet. "You all done getting dolled up?" I giggle a little as he checks his hair and nods, following me out into the hallway. I take his hand as we walk out to the car both of us smiling.
I hang up my jacket in the back room while Hadley sneaks into the bar and wander out to the pretty girl I now work with, whose name I don't remember. She eyes Hadley dubiously as she serves someone else, apparently not as easily fooled as the bouncer.
"What can I get you?" I ask him with a smile.
"Something that won't turn me into a whore," he smiles back.
"One Pepsi, coming up," I giggle.
"I'm not gonna look like a kid at all," he says with a laugh.
"Well, you did ask for something that won't make you a whore," I wink, pouring him a Pepsi and pushing it towards him. He smiles.
"Put it on my tab." He tries not to laugh and I roll my eyes.
"Cheeky fucker," I pause long enough to serve someone else before coming back to him.
"You know better than anyone I don't have any money," he pouts. I lean over and peck him on the lips. Giggling, he kisses back and I smile, both of us earning a disapproving look from about three people - including the pretty girl I work with. I hardly pay attention to them - I'm too used to that kind of thing, but for Hadley, public disapproval's still new to him, and he frowns a little bit.
"Ignore them," I mutter, kissing him on the cheek. I know, I know, it's easier said than done, but really, it's pathetic that even today people think we should hide and be ashamed of what we are.
He just smiles. I glance up and see people waiting for me or pretty girl. "I'll be right back," I tell him and shuffle off to deal with them.