BAD REP(7)

I immediately intervened.  “Well, that sounds cool.  I look forward to hearing them sometime.”  I was saved from playing bouncer between my two friends by the arrival of Jordan and another guy who looked to be in his late thirties, with a receding hairline.

Mr. Baldy held our applications in his hands and gave us a genuine smile.  “Hi, I'm Moore Pruitt, General Manager.  Are you Maysie and Riley?”  We both got to our feet and held out our hands to shake his.

“Yep, that's us,”  I responded, smiling pleasantly.

“You're hired,”  he said simply.  My eyes widened in shock.

“That's it?  You don't want to interview us or anything?” I asked, feeling confused.  I looked at Riley, who seemed as taken aback as I was.

“Nope, we are seriously under staffed right now and I could use the people.  Can you come in this evening for training?”  he asked, going behind the hostess stand and pulling out two black polo shirts with the Barton name emblazoned on the front.

“Um, sure,” I stuttered, taking the shirt.  Riley took hers and nodded.

“What time do you want us here?”  she asked.

Moore looked down at a clipboard in his hands.  “Evian comes on at 5:00 and Damien is in at 5:30.  What time are you done today, Jaz?”  he asked.

“My shift is over at 4:00,” Jaz said, giving her boss an apologetic smile.

“I can train them.  My shift starts at 7:00, but I'll come in early.  No worries,” Jordan piped up from behind Moore.  I looked at him and he gave me a toothy grin and then winked.  Fucking hell, he had actually just winked at me.

I couldn't help but notice Jaz glower at me as she watched our exchange.  Moore looked relieved with Jordan's suggestion.  “That would be great Jordan.  Girls, come in around 4:30 and Jordan will show you the ropes.  I'd like to have you shadow tonight and then we can put you on the schedule for next week.  Does that work for you?”

Riley and I nodded.  “Don't we have paperwork to fill out?”  Riley asked as she stuffed the shirt into her bag.

“Jordan will have you do all of that this evening.  Welcome to the Barton family,” Moore enthused, giving us a huge smile before smacking Jordan on the shoulder and heading back toward the kitchen.

“Well, I guess we should get going.  See you this evening,” I said, turning around to leave, clutching my new Barton's shirt in my hands.

“Bye girls.  See ya later,” Jaz called out, less friendly than she was before.

“See you this evening,” Jordan called back and I had to suppress the urge to skip out of the restaurant.


Chapter Two


I straightened my form fitting black polo shirt and pulled down on my black short shorts.  I felt a little exposed.  I knew I looked good.  The shorts were tiny and showed off my long legs, but I still felt a bit under-dressed.  I had pulled my brown hair back in a high ponytail and toned down the makeup, opting for a more natural look.  I figured I'd be covered in bar grease by the end of the night anyway, so what was the point?

Riley came out of her room, sporting her own version of the Barton attire.  Her polo shirt was less tight, making me wonder if I was given the wrong size.   Riley wore black trousers instead of shorts, but they were cute with a nice little flare at the bottom.  Riley wasn't one to show of her...um...assets.  But she still looked pretty.

“Ready?” Riley asked, picking up her messenger bag from the couch.

“As I'll ever be,” I responded, locking our apartment door as we stepped outside.  A commotion at the end of the hallway grabbed my attention as we walked toward the car lot.

Randall and his girlfriend Cicely were heading out of their apartment.  Eli and two other girls were behind them.  A redhead with too much make up and a shirt that barely covered her ginormous tits was hanging on Eli's arm and he was laughing as she whispered something in his ear.

I glared at him as we made our way toward the group.  “Hey guys,” I said, staring at the guy who took off my underwear on a regular basis, as the skank ran her nails up Eli's arm.  Riley groaned from beside me and continued out to the car.

Eli looked up and smiled lazily, not concerned that he appeared less than innocent with some bitch snaked up against him like that.  But the truth was, he probably didn't care.  “Hey, babe!  You coming to the party with us?”  The redhead gave me a once over and then leveled a glare my way as Eli came toward me.  I knew I looked good.  A hell of a lot better than that crabbed out hoe.  Humpf!