Page 25 of Freshmeet
“Are the tips that good?”
She shrugged. “Can be. Sometimes the asshole college kids aren’t the greatest tippers, but it evens out.”
I nodded.
“I know a lot of people because I’m in a sorority and still get stiffed.” She rolled her eyes and drained the rest of her beer. “Doesn’t matter if we partied together the night before, some of these guys can look me in the eye and still tip a quarter.” She set her glass down a little harder than was probably necessary.
“That sucks.”
“It is what it is.” She wiped her hands down the front of her jeans. “Let me show you a few basic drinks.”
As she took a bottle of well whisky off the back of the bar, John came back. “Hey, I’ve got one more bartender for you, Meg.”
I turned and let out a sharp breath.
Standing behind my burly boss, more beautiful than I remembered, was none other than?—
“Sarah!” Meg yelled, waving at the girl I’d been praying to see again. “I didn’t believe it when John said you were starting tonight!”
John gave Sarah a nod and went back toward the kitchen.
Sarah’s honey-blond ponytail swung with each step she took toward us. “Yep. Got to pay that rent.”
“Since when do you have money trouble?” Meg asked.
“Since I got cut off.”
Red flag—she’s a rich girl.
Thanks to my ex, Laura, on top of my short list of deal breakers was a woman being a spoiled rich princess.
That’s a damn shame.
While she chatted animatedly with Meg, I stood frozen, staring at her like a fucking creep. She tugged her t-shirt down, the Welkum logo stretching across her tits and warping the letters until the word was practically illegible. Sarah adjusted thecuffs of her denim shorts so they weren’t digging into her skin. “I can’t say I’ve ever made one, but I’ve had my fair share of Long Island Iced Teas.”
“It is kind of a Beta Alpha Epsilon specialty in this town,” Meg said, tilting her head toward the bar across the street. “They say E makes the best one, but I like to think I give her a run for her money.”
Sarah leaned her forearms on the bar and grinned. “We might have to challenge her to a drink off.” Her eyes wandered from Meg. The moment her gaze met mine, her smile became hollow. “What are you doing here?” Despite her polite smile and the actual words coming out of her mouth, it felt a whole lot like she had just told me to fuck off.
“Uh, hey.” I tried to keep a smile on my face, but her constipated expression left me confused.
Is she actually pissed?
Tipping her chin, she turned toward Meg.
Meg looked between the two of us, a little smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, good. You know each other.”
I took a breath and opened my mouth, but Sarah beat me to the punch. “We’ve met.” She tossed me a glance and dismissed me just as quickly.
Oh yeah, she hates me. Thanks a lot, Jamie.
“Great! Connor here is already an expert at pouring beers.” Meg winked at me. “Why don’t you show her while I go grab a few bottles from storage. When I get back, I’ll show you how to make basic cocktails for all you can drink.”
Sarah pursed her lips, her face red as hell, but she stayed quiet.
Meg rushed around the bar and out of sight.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I sighed. “Why don’t you come over here, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
