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would, but his body is very nice to look at and I don’t
want to stare.

 
    I
continue serving an endless line of people. The music is pumping and the drinks
are flowing, which is great for me. I don’t like to think of it as whoring
myself out, but my tips are noticeably better when I show a little skin. With
the holidays coming, I don’t mind some extra cash in my pockets.

 
    I take
a quick break to run to the ladies’ room. I see the bachelorette and her crew
in a tight circle on the dance floor. I also notice a couple of them standing
by the wall, talking to Tony and Ryan. A twinge of jealousy rushes through me,
but I let it pass. What is there to be envious of? I’m not looking to
hook-up—especially not with either of those guys.

 
    When I
emerge from the ladies’ room, I glance over at them again. They look like
they’re getting closer. I hope these sluts aren’t coming back to my place
tonight, although if they are, I will have to deal with it—that’s part of the
deal with having a male roomie.

 
    I get
back to my spot behind the bar and try not to think about them or the nagging
feeling I have. The crowd still hasn’t thinned out at all, and I am in full
swing behind the bar. Tony nudges his way to the front of the bar and across
from me. He signals that he needs a fresh round of beers. I reach into the
cooler, pop them open, and hand them across the bar.

 
    “You
were right. These girls are DTF! That’s what I’m talking about!” Tony says,
slurring slightly. He gets very overconfident when he drinks.

 
    “Have
fun,” I reply.

 
    “Hope
you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight. The one Ryan’s gonna take home seems
like a screamer,” he says, laughing as he takes the beers and walks back to the
corner.

 
    Shit. I
don’t want to do this tonight. Ryan hasn’t brought a girl home yet, so I’m not
sure what will happen, but I feel like it’s going to be strange. I don't care
who’s in his bedroom, but it’s our home. I guess I don’t have a say who he’s
with, but those girls got under my skin the minute they walked in here. This
should be interesting.

 
    The
crowd begins to thin out about an hour later. The drink orders are slowing down
and people are stumbling their way out the door. I have a clear view of my
friends and their slutty sidekicks as I begin to clean up my end of the bar,
although I’m trying not to stare. Tony has his tongue down one of their throats
and his hands all over her ass. He might as well stick it up her skirt, at this
point. They are being far from discreet.

 
    Ryan
has his back against the wall. The other girl is pressed up against him, almost
pinning him there. No doubt he’s enjoying it. I’ve seen him in action a couple
of times, and he always plays hard to get, and the girls eat it up. I can’t see
her hands, but I’m assuming they’re on his ass, unless she’s bold enough to be
holding his package in front of everyone. I wouldn’t be that surprised—I’ve
seen that and worse in my time as a bartender.

 
    Ryan
glances over my way and our eyes meet for an instant. I quickly look away and
get back to wiping the bar top. I need to stop looking at him. What is he
doing, looking at me when he’s got some slut trying to dry hump him, anyway? I
don’t bother looking back over there again. I don’t want to see, and I
definitely don’t want him to see me looking.

 
    I keep
cleaning and the crowd continues to diminish. The bachelorette’s group leaves,
but the two girls attached to Ryan and Tony are still here—great.

 
    The
four of them make their way to the bar. I look up and smile.

 
    “Can I
get you all something?” I ask kindly, though I feel very bitter.

 
    “No.
We’re good,” Ryan replies.

 
    “Yeah.
Real good,” Tony adds, smacking his girl on the ass. He’s such a pig. I take a
moment to be thankful he has his own place to go home to.

 
    “Just a
heads up—I might have some company