Her job as a bartender

Rushing out the door, Eliza hurries to The Tasty Captain, a small family owned bar right down the block. Quickly pulling out her phone, she slows down a bit as she realizes she still has plenty of time before her shift. Eliza scratches at her neck instinctively, the dampness still uncomfortable against her skin. She can only hope it won't cause a rash. If it does people might think they're rope burns and that's something she doesn't want to deal with. With some time remain, Eliza walks through the door as she's greeted by the owner David. Giving a wave back in response, Eliza quickly heads for the back. She slips into her bartending vest and then joins David out in the lobby.

"Hey Eliza, how's your day been going?"

"It's been good. Somewhat tired though." Eliza says, yawning afterwords. She's still sore from yesterday, so she would really rather not be here. Not to mention the multitude of patron's that think they can talk their way into her pants. Being an attractive bartender certainly has it's downfalls. Nevertheless she enjoys the job, plus there's much worse jobs out there to have.

David retires himself to the back to do some paperwork, leaving Eliza as the front of the house. The regulars start to filter in, filling the small establishment. The night goes great for a while, she has some pleasant conversations, no one tries to hit on her, she almost forgets about her soreness. And then, the night takes a turn for the worse as Chris walks through the door. He's a regular, or as Eliza likes to put it, a regular asshole at the bar. Coming to the bar a few times a week, he is always trying to flirt with Eliza. Nevertheless Eliza greets him in a professional manner.

"Hey there Eliza, your favorite customer has arrived." Eliza stares at him stoically, trying her best to not punch the man in the face.

"Quite. What can I get for you Chris." Showing her complete disinterest in his comment, she rolls her eyes slightly.

"Don't be so cold babe. You know what I like."

"Yes I do, one Hurricane coming up." Eliza says in an all too cheery manner. After she utters the words, she stops for a moment, wondering what had come over her. Maybe she was more tired then she thought. Regardless, she has a job to do. Shoveling some ice, she expertly pours two different types of rum into the glass. Next comes the juices, passion fruit, orange juice, and then topped with some grenadine. Placing it in front of Chris, she hopes he simply takes the drink and leaves her alone. She also hopes the devil himself will come and take this jerk away, she figures they have about the same chance of happening.

Another group walks into the door, which is a pleasant surprise. Eliza gladly turns to the other patrons in the lobby, trying her best to ignore the ingrate in front of her. They all order some drinks and Eliza gets to dutifully making their drinks. About a half hour passes without a word from Chris, maybe he will leave her alone. And then he opens his mouth.

"So Eliza, you doing anything after work?"

"I'm busy." She answers coldly. Day after day, she hopes he'll get the hint. Though, since his brain is thicker then the earth's crust, it seems Eliza is out of luck. He's about to open his mouth again, but then his phone rings. Eliza's thankful for the stroke of luck, having at least a few quiet moments from Chris. The call quickly transforms into an argument as Chris angrily hangs up. He mumbles obscenities under his breath before turning his attention back to Eliza.

"Well, looks like I'll have to end our chat a little early. Roommate's being a dumb ass again."

"Such a shame." Eliza responds sarcastically. The sarcasm seems to be lost on Chris as he rummages through his wallet. After a few moments, it's obvious that he had no money to speak of.

"Shoot, I could have sworn I had some money in here. Hey Eliza, babe, you can cover for me, right?"

"Sure." Eliza blurts out. She stares blankly at Chris, wondering what the fuck that was. Why did I do that?

"I knew you were warming up to me." Chris remarks, leaning forward. "How about you give me a kiss goodbye." The thought disgusts Eliza, making her want to gag. Then she finds herself leaning forward, planting her lips on the degenerate in front of her. Thankfully it wasn't on the lips, but that's like stepping in lava and saying you're thankful that you haven't caught fire yet. Eliza can only stare blankly as her brain tries to process what just happened.

"I'll come back later babe, promise." Chris says with all too happy grin on his face. He turns and runs out the door, leaving Eliza alone with her thoughts. Ok, something is definitely wrong with me. Maybe I'm sick? Eliza, after making sure all of her customers have been dealt with, slips into the back. She calls to David who's still in his office.

"Hey David, can I talk to you a second?" After a moment the door opens, out from it comes the large set, bearded man.

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"I'm...not feeling that great. I know it's a bother for me to ask, but-"

"Dont' worry about it lass, I think I get the picture. I can close up shop, you're free to go."

"Thank you sir." Eliza says respectfully, bowing her head slightly. She quickly takes the vest off and runs out the door, her head still confused on what had just happened.