Broken People by Mitchell Elle

Author:Mitchell, Elle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark & Stormy Books
Published: 2022-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

My mind is also quiet when I’m making drinks and having quick, nothing conversations. Just like Rune, The Post Office is one of those safe spaces where I could always just exist in and rely on to be relatively the same every day. As a person that lacked a lot of basic comfort and stability in their life, I crave those kinds of places, those types of people, and this one paid the bills and helped me maintain my stable existence. Dane was like family, and Chuck and Aria, the other full-time bartenders, always made my shifts fun. Tonight, I got to work with Chuck. He was the kind of person that always managed to make everything funny, even when it went to shit. We’d have the worst shift or the shittiest customer and he’d make it into the kind of funny where, when you thought about it later, no matter where you were, you’d start laughing out loud like a total crazy person. He was doing it now, after I’d just gotten berated by a woman for apparently “splashing” her when I handed her a drink. There was something about how I’d done it because I was jealous. Instead of feeling angry or small, I felt fine laughing it off behind the bar with my friend.

And it was Friday. It didn’t mark the start of a traditional weekend for me like it probably did for most of the people in this bar, but still, there was always a certain energy that comes with it: one of release and letting go. I needed it, and I was soaking it in. It helped that I felt cute in my retro corduroy skirt, oversized black sweater, and chunky doc boots and the humidity was just right for my hair. There was a cute loner-type guy at the end of the bar who was laying it on pretty thick. At any other time in my life, I would have been all over that, but now, he was the very last thing that I needed. We also had Dane’s husband performing tonight. It wasn’t anything crazy like what I’d been to last night; we weren’t that venue. We were a small stage, karaoke or a DJ, acoustic guitar kind of set up with an old jukebox for backup kind of venue. Tonight, it was just Tomas and his guitar. He was amazing. I wonder why he only ever sings for us. I wonder if there was ever a time when he had sung for anyone else.

It’s half past midnight, and I’m living in my comfort zone when Aria, who is working the tables, comes up to me and tells me that there’s a cute guy in the corner that wants to buy me a shot and is asking what time I get off work, and she wants to know what she should tell him. Really? Two in one night? Why didn't this ever happen when I was carefree and lonely? I’m about to tell

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