Shattered

I sighed as I put on a pair of yoga pant leggings and a neon pink t-shirt. I slipped on some Toms and figured I looked fine. My hair was it usual messy but cute style and I put some mascara on.

I was sortof upset that we had to work on Sundays but I guess I couldn't complain, this job gave me a good steady income.

I unlocked my car and hopped in, thinking about all the progress I had made in one day yesterday. I learned how to make four different mixes of alcohol. A Cape Cod, Bloddy Mary, Sex On The Beach, and an Apple martini.

Harry said I could put any fruit in the martini, so technically I knew a lot of those too. But I've only made an apple one so far.

Not only did I learn the mixes, but I learned regular basics that I should know. Like Jack Daniels was whiskey, different types of whine.Tequila, and beer. Harry said my progress was better than he expected.

I pulled up to Chumps and realized I was the first one here, again. I sighed, walking up to the doors to wait for Harry.

A few minutes later his car pulled in and he rushed out to me.

" I Erm... I made you a key to the door." He held out a key, that was already on a keychain for me. The Key chain had the 'Chumps' logo on it.

" Oh, thanks Harry." I took it from him, surprised.

" Yeah, I figured you were the type to get to places early so I went out and got one made for you last night. Why don't you open the doors today?" He asked, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets. He actually did something kind for me, and now he's having a decent convorsation with me, without teasing me in some way.

I nodded and put the key into the lock and twisted it, opening the doors.

" See, a natural at everything." He smiled. I laughed.

" Thanks Harry. "

" Yeah." He said awkwardly again. I guess he wasn't used to being this nice.

" I'm going to go down to the cellar and bring a few drinks up here that were running out of." He started walking towards the back.

" There's a cellar?"

" Yeah."

I would have wanted to go with him but I guess he didnt need any help.

I sighed, taking down chairs and getting ready to open the store. I plugged in the ' Open' sign that hung on the window so it could flashed red and people driving by in the dark can see that were open.

I heard something slam onto the table. I gasped and turned around, seeing Harry had brought up two boxes.

" Help me unload these." He ordered. I nodded and went to work.
•••••
As the night went on more and more people came in here and regulars ordered the same thing.

" Can you get me a glass of the plain Jack Daniels." A guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties.

" yep."

I took out a glass and filled it up up with the plain whiskey. I turned around and slid it to him.

" Thank you." he said. I nodded.

" Hey Syd, Hand me a paper towel will you!" Harry yelled from down the bar.

" What's the magic word?" I teased. I saw anger flash in his eyes.

" Hand me the God damn paper towel."

I giggled.

" That wasn't it."

Harry groaned in frustration.

" Please Hand me the paper towel dammit!" His vein popped out of his neck.

I laughed.

" Alrightt..." I picked up the paper towel and threw it to him. He snatched it in the air and began to angrily wipe the mess on the counter.

" Man he's just a jerk." The guy I just served whiskey to said. I sipped my water.

" Tell me about it." I said rolling my eyes.

" I can't believe you're still with him." He laughed. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"pardon?" I asked.

" You guys are dating right?"

I nearly spit my drink out.

" Me? And Harry?" I started laughing my ass off." No. Never. He's dating my sister." I laughed. He blushed.

" Oh... I just figured cause... I don't know I thought you two would be cute together or something.. You guys work well together."

I pointed to Harry.

" Are you sure were talking about the same guy here?" I laughed. He nodded.

" I'm sure he'd rather date you the your sister. I don't know how she could possibly be more attractive than you." He winked. I blushed.

" Thanks. But you say that now, you'll regret it when you see her. My sister is absolutely flawless." I rested my chin on my hand.

" And you aren't? Have you looked in a mirror lately? I bet every mirror wants to hug and kiss you." He smiled. I laughed.

" I mean... I don't know."

He took a pen out and wrote something down on the napkin.

" Call me." He winked. My face flushed as I put it in my bra. Oh, the perks of being a bar tender. He got up and began to walk away, when I realized I never caught his name.

• Harry's pov •

I looked down the bar and saw Sydney beaned over it talking with Chance.

Damn. I never noticed her ass until she wore them fucking yoga pants. Those were enough to make anyone want bend her over the bar and fuck her right there. I laughed at my weird thoughts and looked away.

" I see you're checkin' the new girl out."

I looked up to see Paul sitting infront of me.

" Why do you always butt in? And no, I was not checking her out. That'd be weird. She's my girlfriend's sister." I said.

He laughed, his deep laugh filling the whole bar. I don't understand what so funny. He pet his own white mustache.

" You were checking out your girlfriend's sister?"

My eyes widened.

" Shhhhh! Keep your voice down! I was not." I hissed.

" You were too." He winked before he got up and left. Dumb old man has no idea what he's talking about.

• Sydney's pov •

Once it was closing time everyone left and Harry and I were left to clean up the mess.

" You know, Chance is a bad person. Don't call him." Harry spoke up. Chance?

" Who's Chance?" I asked.

" The guy you got his number from. Tall, brown hair, blue eyes." Harry described as he mopped. I wiped the counters and table clean.

" Well too bad, you don't have a say in who I call and go on a date with." I shrugged. Harry laughed.

" He just wants inside your pants Syd."

" Does not. " I bent over and washed a table.

" Yeah he probably thinks you're easy too." He snorted.

" What's that supposed to mean?"

He dripped the mop in the water.

" You're a slut." He said It calmly.

" Excuse me? I am most definently not a slut!" I yelled. And I thought he was actually being nice today.

" You were bent over the counter, practically shoving your boobs in his face!" He snapped.

" I wanted a good tip!" I said.

" Well? How much did you get?" He stopped mopping to look at me.

" I didn't get one." I huffed.

" Sorry I didn't hear that." He put a hand up to his ear.

" Go to Hell Harry." I snapped. With that I grabbed my belongings and rushed to my car.

Notes