I wasn't surprised that Craig had done what I asked of him. I was a little surprised at how damn tough it was working behind the bar. Simple stuff, like beers, I could handle but when they started asking for cocktails and the like, I was screwed.
The best thing was that Mo was in exactly the same boat as me, except she was sinking faster. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she tried to make a Martini for this woman at the bar and was clearly not doing terribly well. Plus, I was convinced she did it wrong but hardly had the time to correct her.
"Hey." This guy yelled, louder than the others crowding the bar. "Two beers." I nodded to him, completing his order as quickly as possible.
"Bit more than you expected hey?" I shouted to Mo. She looked at me, fear in her eyes. It felt like we were the last two human beings alive, fighting off a horde of the undead as they tried to climb over the bar and eat us and the only way we could stop them was (and this was where my metaphor fell apart in my head) giving them the correct alcoholic drink. I laughed to myself, trying to sort out a round of vodka shots for a group of young girls.
"Definitely busy enough." Mo screamed in my ear as she mucked up another drink. I made a mental note to ask her if she knew how to work behind a bar but thought it would be easier just to get someone to train her up. Or get someone else in.
"Your guy turn up?" I asked loudly. She was temporarily distracted, spilling half of the pint on the floor.
"Yeah - over there!" She pointed through the crowd to a guy on the other side of the club. She looked back at me, wondering why I hadn't said anything. I looked down and she swore, getting a fresh drink for the customer before cleaning it up.
I watched as this woman walked over to him and started talking in what looked like a flirtatious stance. I decided not to tell her, deciding to let her find out herself.
It took quite a while but eventually the bar cleared, only a few stayed there, trying to support themselves. I gestured to Mo to let her go and fight the other woman away from her guy, smiling to myself as she did. I smiled; so far everything was going well.
It dawned on me that I hadn't had chance to listen to Scott yet. He was the whole point of the evening and I had forgotten about him. I sighed, pricking up my ears as I wiped away a couple of spillages. He was pretty good, just like Craig had said.
"Hey." A young woman called to me. She was incredibly beautiful and had my full attention at once.
"What can I get you?" She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite place it.
"Martini." I smiled. It was her. Now to show her how it was really done.
She laughed when I dropped everything. Luckily, only she had seen. I smiled widely at her before trying again, this time succeeding. "Sorry about that." I said, handing it over. "On the house."
She put her money away and smiled at me. She was way out of my league but I couldn't help it. She seemed rather reserved but that just added to the mystery of her. "I'm Milo." I offered her my hand. "Not only am I sorry for making a fool of myself earlier on, but I own the place. What do you think?"