I sat pouring shots for an old man, my arm already getting tired, and my face screamed annoyance.
"Hey boy, fill me up would ya?"
I poured another shot for him, already getting sick of it. Maybe I should talk and get him to stop, because there were other customers waiting.
"Sir, I'm sorry but I must go and attend the other customers."
"Don't be such a prat." The man said while taking his fifth shot. "I really need this. My life's a mess boy."
This was getting on my nerves big time, so I decided to give the old man the bottle and just let him drink it all. Even though it is my job to pour for him, I'm not about to stand here and listen to an old man talk about how his wife cheated on him and his kids hate him.
After leaving the man sitting and whining about horrible service, I went off to clean the other side of the counter. The man stood up and exited with the bottle, leaving me some money on top of the counter. i went to pick up what he left and couldn't help but roll my eyes, noticing that it was not enough to cover all he drank and ran out with.
"Moron." I said to myself.
I should have known that was going to happen, but really, I'd rather pay for what he did than stand there all night pouring drinks for him. My brown hair is now starting to get messy because of all the times I passed my hand through it out of frustration, and my feet are killing me. Thank God that my shift is almost done, or I wouldn't be able to take it much longer.
My jacket was under the counter, in a box I used for my belongings whenever I came to work. I grabbed it and hurried to put it on, my feet itching to run out despite of the ache. Johnny enter just as I was about to jump out from the servers side. His shift was right after mine.
"Hey Johnny." I didn't wait for him to answer me, but I did hear a 'Sup mate' as I pushed the door open and walked into the cold night. It was going to take me some minutes to walk home from work, as always, but I suspected my feet to give out before that, so I ran into a back alley and climbed up to the roof of some building. A smile krept itself ion my face, and I could feel the adrenaline rush that always overcame me when I did crazy stuff like this. Someone would probably see me if I wasn't careful, but I couldn't care less at the moment. My feet were aching and I was cold and tired.
I pushed myself to the edge of the roof and jump, my mind giving me an extra boost and letting me reach the next building, making is seem as if I was jumping froom roof to roof, which in a sense was what I was doing. The cold air of the night hit my face with every jump and I chuckled when I felt it. Nothing could beat this rush. Ever.