Post by nicolette ann bush on May 14, 2010 21:32:50 GMT -5
I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.
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[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]New Orleans started out as a totally random and ordinary place to Nicolette. It was the last place she ever thought about living but not like she had a choice. Her choices came down to either Louisiana or Washington; and Nicolette hated the rain so she chose Louisiana. Plus, not like she could ask her family’s advice. Nicolette was not allowed to contact her family, keep any pictures or even talk about them. She was on her own in all her decisions now and that was her fault, but she was alright with that.
With the help of her “friends” she quickly landed a job at the local bar. It was really the only place that was hiring at the moment which made it easy to find a job. While she knew how to mix some drinks and took her bar tending courses here as well. Now, after five months, she felt at ease behind the bar. During the day after she slept and while she ate Nicolette read up on new mixes. Doing that kept her on the edge and up with all the new things going on. Especially as more people turned 21 and some already had drinking experience with favorite drinks already in mind.
The only killer part about the job were her heels. All of the bartenders were relatively attractive be them male or female. While behind the bar wasn’t too long, keeping up took it’s toll on her feet within every pump. During the day she could be more conservative and wear flats, which was always as nice change up. Not like it was the hardest part of her job. The occasional groping, the scent on sports nights, spilled drinks and the drunken brawls. Nicolette’s past life helped with it a little though because she could stand on her own two feet and help break fights up. Though she had to be careful because if she kept it up too much her “friends” will come around to her apartment to have a talk with her. Usually she could talk her way out of it though.
Tonight was a rather slow night. It was Tuesday and there was nothing special going on. There was the occasional regular customer and doing some stock work. But everything just seemed more mechanical as her thoughts were very much elsewhere. Being in the program was getting very hard for her. Nicolette ached with missing her mother and sisters but she knew it was best if they didn’t know she was still alive. At least for a little while longer; but it didn’t stop her from crying some days as she drank them away. She probably would have broken the rules by now if she wasn’t reminded and warned of the consequences. Despite that her mind was completely jumbled up. The only thing that kept her momentum going was that at 1am she got to go home and pass out and just forget the day.
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