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Bar Shift: part 2

Barely proofread, but it's here! Finally I've pried out the first two parts of this little idea from my head. Part one is here: Part 1

Once within your room, you angrily threw off your casual dress clothes and began assembling your working attire. You opted to leave your hair down for your shift, wanting to showcase the amount of work you put into its presentation. Bar shift was more casual than the floor or behind the doors of the kitchen. It was known by the majority of the staff as the “party shift”, often being the one that brought in the most amount of berry to the till.

Searching your many clothes for work-appropriate bar attire, you stumbled upon something appropriate and began forming a cohesive arrangement. You sulked over to your vanity and brought out your collection of makeup and began applying it in a way that would last well into the night, adding dimension to your face with different natural tints and darkening your eyes to look more sultry under the bar lights.

Once slightly happy with your application and checking yourself once more in your room, you left to begin your shift on the bar. You hastened your step, switching fully into ‘work mode’ and checked in on the roster sheet – ensuring to harshly scribble out Cole’s name from the roster list and add your own at the bottom, noting the time down you started.

The beginning of your shift went smoothly, you made small talk with the regulars and introduced yourself to the newcomers while serving them with a flirtatious smile. As the sun began to lower itself onto the horizon, the dinner shift was in full swing; leaving the bar slightly barren.

“Hey, sweety,” you acknowledged your coworker, prompting her to turn to you, “I’m gonna go on break, ok? I’ll be back in about a halfa.” You tapped your hand on her shoulder and she nodded to you, returning to the task of sifting through the bar dishes and polishing the glasses before the night life began.

At this stage, you had been on your feet with no break for the past nine hours – only dipping out to go to the bathroom or retrieve something you needed from the kitchen. You passed the kitchen on the way to the staffroom, hearing an echo of: “Order up, table 103!” from Patty, prompting you to let out a laugh and shake your head in response. Table 103, being the non-existent table number that was often called from the pass when a pretty woman made their way over. Several members of the kitchen crew peaked their head up and snickered at you, prompting you to wave at them and continue on to take your break.

You passed Sanji, noticing he was wearing his waiter uniform and slicing up some complimentary bread close to the kitchen. You ran your hand over his shoulders, causing him to look up to you and give you a warm smile in response.

“You going on break, princess?” he asked you before turning back to cutting the bread with a large serrated blade.

“Yes chef,” you said with a slight flirtatious tone, reaching down and beginning to assemble the sliced bread into the empty basket for Sanji to bring to the guests. You took a small, porcelain ramekin and began to pour a portion of oil into the dish, topping it with a small amount of pink sea salt.

“Then off you go, then,” he said playfully, taking the ramekin from your hands and ushering you out of the floor and towards the staff room. You laughed a little, turning back to him.

“What time do you go on break?” you asked him, raising your brow slightly.

“As soon as I drop these off to the corner table and take their order,” he replied with a broad smile, gesturing to a booth with four guests; three men and one woman.

“I’ll see you back there, then,” you smiled at him, turning back around and briskly walking to the staffroom. Once making your way to the corner room, you began assembling a small assortment of food onto two plates from the prior made ‘family meal’ you assume was put together by Patty by the looks of it.

You placed the plates on the staff table and made to grab a mug to fill with the filtered coffee from the hot urn in the corner of the room. The door of the staffroom flung open, revealing your tall, blonde coworker as he sauntered over to the staff table.

“One of those for me, princess?” he asked you, gesturing to the plates on the table.

“Yes, love. You want a coffee too?” you asked him, pouring the dark liquid into your mug.

“I’d love one,” he said, taking a seat at the staff table, watching you as you picked up another mug and filled it to the brim with the caffeinated substance. You walked over to the table and placed one mug in front of him and the other in front of the plate you set aside for yourself. Before you could pull the chair out from under the table, Sanji rose back to his feet and moved the chair outwards, gesturing for you to sit in it.

“What a gentleman,” you commented with a small smirk, thanking him with a nod and taking a seat.

“Anything for you,” he flirted back before resuming his position on the seat adjacent to where you were sitting.

You and Sanji were very much accustomed to minor, and sometimes major, flirtations with one another. Being in the hospitality industry, words of charm and flirtatious advances were often commonplace as it would bring more berry to not only yourself but to your head chef. Feeding the bellies and the egos of the diners was a skill that went hand in hand, and you were more than grateful to Sanji for the ability to practice these particular skills with him.

You both sat in a shared, comfortable silence as you consumed the family meal with one another.

“I saw the redhead on table 12,” you slyly mentioned in between bites, prompting Sanji to turn his head up to you.

“Oh?” he responded with a quirk of his brow.

“Really pretty,” you offhandedly commented, staring at your dish and fishing for a pea that escaped your spoon.

“Not as pretty as you, cheri,” he smirked at you, prompting you to scoff and nudge him.

“No, I’m serious love,” you said, looking up at him and tilting your head to the side, “she looks like your type.”

“You don’t know my type,” he quipped back at you with a coquettish Cheshire grin. You rolled your eyes and retrieved your mug, taking a sip from the porcelain container. You sighed as you felt the caffeine enter your system, imbuing your body with a gift of energy pulled from the recesses of your body.

You looked at the time and noticed you had around ten minutes before you were due back at the bar.

“When’s your next rostered day off?” Sanji asked you, fishing for a cigarette from his inner jacket pocket. He retrieved your lighter he was yet to return and flick the flint to ignite the end of the cigarette.

“Oh, I don’t know. Never?” you replied, taking the cigarette from his lips and placing it between your own. You inhaled deeply, maintaining eye contact with the blonde chef and returned the cylindrical object to his fingertips. You exhaled, ensuring you did not blow the nicotine riddled smoke at him but to the side of the room.

“Surely you’ve been scheduled off at some stage?” he asked, bringing the cigarette to his lips and deeply inhaling.

“Well,” you shrugged in response, “you know me, love. I never turn down a coverage shift.”

You collected both your and Sanji’s empty plates, utensils and mugs and brought them over to the sink and began washing them with scorching water, running a brush with dish soap over them and ensuring they were completely clean before placing them on the drying rack.

“Well, that’s it for me I’m afraid,” you said, drying your hands on a tea towel and smoothing over your top. You turned to face Sanji, noticing he was wiping down the staff table with a damp towel to remove any crumbs or blemishes from the surface.

“Just a halfa?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow up to you, “you’ve been on for nine hours.”

“Yeah, and I’ve got six more to go,” you shrugged.

“You’re working close?” he said, pausing his cleaning and looking up to you.

“Yeah, Lara hadn’t been feeling well so I offered to close for her. She’s heading off as soon as I’m back,” you said while scrunching up your nose.

“Leaving you with Jacob?” he asked you, throwing the damp towel onto the table.

“That’s right,” you said with a smile, “we’ve got good rapport. We’ll make it work.”

You gave him a pat on his shoulder and made to exit the staffroom, only to have your movements halted by a hand firmly grasping your wrist. You creased your brows and turned back around to look at the blonde chef in front of you.

“Are you ok, love?” you asked him, bringing your own hand to rest on the one grasping your wrist. You gave his hand a small squeeze in comfort, offering him a smile to further reassure him. His eyes bore into your own, lips slightly parted as he gazed into your eyes.

“Sorry, I’m not sure what came over me,” he said, shaking his head and releasing your wrist from his grasp, “You’re working yourself too hard, is all.”

You offered him a genuine smile and placed your hand on his left cheek. You reached up on the tips of your toes to place a brisk kiss on his right cheek, holding him there for a moment. After releasing his soft cheek from your hand, you sunk down onto the balls of your feet and smiled in reassurance at him.

“You’re so beautiful when you care, Sanji,” you complimented him before stepping your body away from its close proximity to his. You could see a slight pink tinge cross his nose, cheeks and ears; prompting you to smile at him broadly.

“Come and see me for a drink when your shift is up,” you said, turning away from him, “I’ll make you something nice for your knock off.”

You briskly exited the staff room, made your way onto the floor and sauntered up the stairs to the bar where Lara was waiting to do a hand over with you for her portion of the bar.

Sanji was left stuck in his place for a moment before his enchantment was broken by an interrupting guttural cough. He turned to see the figure of the head chef, Zeff leaning against the doorframe of his office.

“Got something to say, old man?” Sanji taunted Zeff, reaching his hand up to rub over his face and fix his hair in an attempt to rid his features of any unwanted pigment.

“Not a damn thing, little eggplant,” he replied with a smug look, scratching the whiskers on his chin and smoothing over his braided moustache.

Once Lara completed handover with you, you placed your hand on her shoulder and wished her well on her recovery from sickness. You made your way over to Jacob who welcomed you to the bar with a warm embrace.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you tonight!” he exclaimed in delight, “this shift is going to be an absolute breeze.”

You laughed at him and went over to the sound system and began to create a small set list to blare over the speakers in the bar area to set the atmosphere for your upcoming patrons. Once you had managed to complete the list of rotating records, you ignited the speakers and swayed your hips a little to the rhythm.

As the night flew on, more patrons exited the restaurant and flooded into the bar. Both you and Jacob began to bounce off each other, juggling bottles as you created cocktails, shots and poured tankards for your guests. You paid special attention to a customer who introduced himself as a pirate captain who continuously ordered goldfish bowls full of fruit-forward cocktails. You would laugh at his many tales of adventures on the high seas, only halting your laughter as your attention was required of the other guests around the bar.

You sang along to the words relayed over the speakers near the bar and continued to create a pleasant atmosphere for the customers with your flirtatious service. Small touches here and there were exchanged in a friendly manner with some of the regulars who knew you by name, which you reciprocated as one would do old friends.

You began to collect a variety of discarded glassware to bring back to the bar to wash, placing each item in the rack you carried. You saw the redhead sitting with a man with three swords and green hair drinking a bottle of rum, their table littered with several empty shot glasses.

“Hello loves, can I take some of these glasses from you?” you asked with a warm smile.

“By all means,” the redhead said, sitting back to recline in her seat.

“But leave two,” the green-haired man grunted out, his hand hovering over one of the glasses.

“Absolutely,” you smiled, reaching forward and collecting three fishbowls, six shot glasses and an empty bottle of rum, “would you like a refill?”

“No-,” the redhead began, her words being halted by the swordsman.

“-Yes,” he declared. You arched your brow in response.

“I’ll just leave it for now,” you smiled, turning your attention to the redhead, “come and find me if you change your mind,” you added with a wink.

“Are all the staff here so flirtatious?” she asked with a hint of slight agitation.

“Only the fun ones,” you retorted with a shrug and a slight laugh. You turned back toward the bar and began sorting through the glassware to prepare them to be washed by your ‘bar back’, Tori.

You gave Tori a smile and turned back around and began preparing drinks for the new wave of customers littering the bar. You noticed a newcomer facing the bar, not yet being served with a drink. The pirate captain continued to spurt tales of daring adventures while he finished another fishbowl of mixed liquor.

You turned your attention to the newcomer, noticing his broad hat shielding his face from your vision.

“Can I get you something, sir?” you asked him. He tilted his head up to reveal his yellow, hawk-like eyes staring at you with an uneasy intensity.

“What varieties of red wine do you have currently,” he asked you with a quirk of his left eyebrow, continuing to bear his gaze into your own. Heeding the uneasy feeling no mind, you leant your arms onto the bar and brought your gaze closer to his own.

“It depends, darling,” you challenged the newcomer, “are you more of an aged vintage or late harvest kind of man?”

He hummed in response, leaning in with a slight smirk.

“Do I look like the type of man to have my dessert before dinner?” he taunted you with a slight hint of flirtatious contest.

“You look like the type of man who could have anything he wants in any order he desires,” you retorted, quirking your own brow and looking at him through half-lidded eyes. You allowed a small pause before you began listing the vintages you kept behind the bar.

“Our lighter reds are pinot noir, sangiovese and tempranillo,” you backed away from the bar slightly, maintaining the hold of your gaze into his own yellow eyes, “and our more heavy bodied varieties include cabernet sauvignon, shiraz and we’ve also currently got a fifteen year barrel aged grenache, syrah, and mourvedre combination if that more your fancy.”

You offered him a slight sigh while you fetched a large crystal chalice from the cabinet you kept below the bar, kneeling slightly to retrieve the object. You stood again to your feet with the glass.

“Our late harvests include a sauvignon blank and merlot combination, but we’ve also got a reserved tawny port and refined muscat if that more your style,” you quirked your head to the side.

“You know your wines,” he commented, relaxing into the bar stool beneath him.

“It comes with the job, darling,” you jested with him, placing the glass in front of him, “what will it be?”

“The GSM,” he said, clasping his hand around the wineglass stem, “please.”

“Right away,” you purred at him, turning to journey to the wall of the bar containing several bottles lying on their sides.

“Thank you for taking that one,” you heard Jacob utter from beside you, “I couldn’t take his intensity.”

“Oh, tush,” you disregarded the comment, “you can take sailors, marines, and pirates but you can’t handle the gaze of a single shirtless swashbuckler?” you teased him. He mocked a silent laugh at you before turning and continuing to ready the glassware that had been washed and dried by Tori.

“I heard Sanji made you breakfast,” he asked you with a knowing tone, “how did that go?”

“What do you mean, how did that go?” you asked him to confirm, “how do you think it went? You’ve sampled his cooking. It’s superb.”

“Not what I meant,” he nudged you, placing a corkscrew into your open hand for the bottle you were preparing to decanter, “I feel like all of the front of house know you’re sweet on him.”

You froze slightly at the words before you began using a small blade to cut away the wax on the neck of the wine bottle.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you uttered, removing the wax and aligning the screw end of the corkscrew with the wooden cork.

“Playing coy? So unlike you,” Jacob accused with a smirk, “I’ve seen the way you look at him. We all have.” He nodded his head to Tori, of which you met her gaze. She scrunched her nose and nodded her head with a smile.

“That obvious, huh?” you asked, twirling the corkscrew to the appropriate depth of the bottle and commenced levering it from its place within the neck of the bottle.

“So why don’t you make a move?” he asked.

“Haven’t you got somewhere else to be?” you retorted. He shrugged his shoulders and encouraged you to continue speaking.

“Fine,” you relented, popping the cork from the bottle neck without leaving wooden residue within the deep crimson liquid. You brought the neck of the bottle to the crystal decanter and began slowly oxidising the liquid by pouring it into the pitcher.

“We work together. He’s the sous chef, I’m the front of house manager. Sometimes I do kitchen duties, sometimes front of house, sometimes aiding Zeff with his managerial duties,” you began, focussing your attention on the liquid slowly pouring into the crystal chasm, “today, bar shift.”

“So?” Jacob asked you, opening his arms in question.

“Our whole job is to flirt,” you expressed, “we are to appear available, but never be available.” You crouched down to focus more on the angle of the neck entering the decanter, focussing on the moment any grape sediment that would seek to enter into the refined liquid.

“Believe me, I want nothing more than to act on my impulse with him,” you said, lifting the bottle up from it’s place in the lip of the decanter, “but as everyone on this ship knows, I never get a day off to keep for myself, let alone foster any time into a relationship.”

You grabbed the now semi empty wine bottle and discarded the dead yeast sediment and grape residue into the regular bin before tossing the bottle skilfully into the recycling bin. You paid no mind to your coworkers while you swirled the deep red wine within the decanter.

“So, you actually want him then?” Jacob questioned, “not just playful banter?”

“Oh, won’t you just leave it alone?” you asked him in response, poking out your tongue at him, “c’mon, we’ve got customers and the chefs and wait staff are probably going to want their knock offs soon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jacob smirked at you as you made your way back to the intimidating swashbuckler with his perfectly prepared decanter full of red wine.

Part 3

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