Oh, I can hardly stand up. Workin' in the garage all day and then comin' here and workin' all night is killin' me. I thought the owners of places were supposed to have it easy! Either somebody lied or I just didn't understand ‘cause this ain't easy. How did I miss the fact that we were down to our last bottles of rum, tequila, AND vodka? I could've sworn that we had at least one case of all those just a few days ago. Why am I complaining? Do I want less business? Steve should be here any minute with those cases . . . I work on his shit for practically nothin' all the time. He better not bitch about helpin' me out . . . I gotta stop whinin' and start smilin'. People are startin' to notice. With no liquor and me lookin' sour it's gettin' to be a rough crowd. That guy from the Fast Mart is here with a friend and neither of them look very happy. Maybe I could have the band play some special requests . . . that should help the excitement level in here.

Short Tall
Draft Beer $1.00 $1.50
Bottle Beer $1.50 $2.50
Mixed Drinks $1.75 $2.75
Shooters $1.00
We got the sign to go over the bar with the drink prices on it. With this place doing so good, I'm just gonna keep the prices low. I hope Daddy's proud . . . I'm not only gettin' ripped off in the garage but now I've opened up another business so I can get ripped off twice! Just teasin' Dad . . . I wouldn't be anything if it wasn't for you. Speaking of the garage, Dad. Ummmm .... well, it ain't goin' so good. It's just so much more exciting to put my time into this and I can't find another good mechanic, besides the fact that I was losing money payin' the one I hired. People are gettin' mad and just pickin' up their cars to take them other places where they can get them done faster. What about Bo? He could run this place by himself if he had to. I could offer to pay him a higher salary to come in early and do some of the paperwork. I know he's got other plans but . . . well, he interests me . . . okay, Dad, so I like him! Is that a problem?! I think he likes me too but I can't tell. He eyes every woman that walks through the door so what's to make me think he likes me and not all of them?
"Oh, hey, Bo. How's it goin' on your side of the world?"
"Well, you were just lookin' a little bummed so I thought I'd come over and talk while we wait on your friend to bring me that liquor. Pretty much everybody in here's got a full pitcher right now and I'm tired of lookin' at pissed-off faces when I tell them we're out. See, if I just stand over here and talk to you they can't get mad . . . they'll just be jealous." Bo pulled one side of his mouth up in a devious grin and waited patiently for Jessica to complain.
"Oh, Bo, give me a break. Everyone in here is too busy havin' a good time, thank god, to pay any attention to me. At least I hope so because you even said yourself I look like shit."
"No, I never said you looked like shit. I said that you looked bummed . . . much different than shit . . . I've seen you look like shit before. This is definitely not it," Bo teased sarcastically. "Now if your hair were a little nastier and you had on your ripped-down-the-side coveralls, and ...." Jessica reached out and punched Bo on the arm laughing.
"If you came over to cheer me up, you're not doing such a good job!" Jessica protested.
"You're smiling aren't you?"
"Well, I guess but . . ." Jessica smiled up at Bo. She was just starting to mention the idea that she had thought of earlier to Bo when Steve burst through the door carrying a case of vodka and a case of tequila. He rushed toward Jessie pushing the cases to one side and planted a huge kiss on her cheek. Jessie blushed bright red and pulled away. Even though she and Steve had only dated for a few months he still insisted on putting on a show when he felt threatened. He had heard that there was a new guy working the bar at The Guilded Door and he wanted to make his mark before any sparks started to fly. He never thought he would be so lucky to have Jessie actually invite him to come to the bar, even if it was only out of dire necessity. Bo looked at the two, surprised, and then said with a forced smile,
"Well, I better get back to work. I hear the boss is a tough lady." Jessie laughed awkwardly and grabbed the cases from Steve.
"I'll take these two to the back while you hurry out to get the rest . . ." and then get your ass the hell out of here! What was I thinkin' askin' him to do this? I should've known he'd pull this shit. Well, so much for talkin' to Bo tonight. Well, it's not like he's leaving tomorrow and besides, the important thing right now is getting these people back on their feet and headed to the bar. Margaritaville, here we come!

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