Betrayed by My Own Companion

uch of alcohol-yet. That would change fast once the night really got going. The place was dimly lit as

t the DJ.

?" he called back, flashing

party god, but in reality, he was just super cheesy. Still, he kep

eat with a faint trace of cheap soap. I opened my locker and pulled out my uniform: short black shorts-not quite bo

oose in the front so it looked effortless. I stepped into the club again, this time fully in bartender mode,

nce you got the hang of it-but because the tips were insane. People either loved me

and the club doors officially opened. It didn't take long for the place to go from zero to

each other. It was a loud, moving pile of craziness-but I thrived in it. Give me ten drunk guys, thr

you knew how to understand drunk people and knew what drink was what. I w

a tequila sunrise!" one g

g bottles like a pro. The tips clink

d to the next person in line-and of course,

ea

per and professional

a slow, sleazy smile

Predi

hots to "You" specifically for this reason. Guys thought the

I chirped, turning away befor

uice-sweet enough to pass for flirtatious but strong enough to ma

d quickly to the next person in line, a tall guy ordering a whole tray of drinks. I liked th

hest. The strobe lights flickered as people danced, laughed, and yelled over the music. Everythi

gasp almost alwa

ing guy on the floor, and the creepy dude from e

" I mu

nd rushed into the fray. People were backing away, forming a ring around the

ith you?" I snapped, drag

e. I shoved him into the hands of one of our bouncers, Big Nate, w

tacked. He was groaning, blood drippin

d, kneeling besid

so," he muttered,

id kit from the back. We weren't medics, but we knew how to stop a nose

o call an ambu

d. "Nah. Just...

ainst the wall, c

g had happened. Typical club crowd. I glanced at the bar. The drinks were half-m

your mind," I said before j

thumbs-up from the DJ booth. H

complimented my "badass bouncer move," and two guys ti

atically as I made their drinks. "

n the groove. The creep was gone, the guy he attacked was still nursing a

ople-that made me feel like I was in control, even when chaos hit. The cl

't trade it