~ Chapter 3 ~

Bobby kept his stuff in the car as he got out and followed Buzz into the bar, his eyes taking in the cleanliness and the layout.  It wasn’t huge but if any establishment needed two bars, he knew it was popular; at least that’s what he always thought when he worked bars.  He saw the bar that ran along one whole side of one wall and saw another that was outside, and that’s when he noticed that the bar had stairs that went down to the beach.

                “Shit, you guys have beach front property here?”

                “Jackie was adamant when she bought land for a bar; she had to have a beach that went with it.  The land is hers, but the law only allows you to go so far with liquor, so that’s why the patio is so big, and there is always a bouncer at the bottom of those stairs.  There’s been a few times, though, that Jackie will have a little get together on the beach.  She’s even rented it out once or twice for weddings, since its private.”             

                “She must do pretty well for herself.”

                “She holds her own.  She’s been in the bar business for almost 20 years.”  Bobby nodded, that confirming his thoughts of the owner being an old lady.

                “How many other bartenders does she have?”

                “Me, you, Justin and her.”

                “Wait, she’s behind the bar?”

                “You’ll find her behind there more than anyone else.  It’s in her blood and you won’t be able to get her away.”

                “Isn’t that dangerous?”  In his mind, all Bobby could see was some old lady behind a bar and slipping on something that spilled and breaking a hip or something.

                “Don’t let Jackie hear you say that, she’s likely to hurt you.”  Bobby was young, sure, but he’d been in the bar scene for ten years, working for some friends under the table.  No one ever questioned his age, for at the time, he didn’t look 16.  In fact, he could have passed for over 21 back then.

                “Mum is the word.  She has a really nice place here.”

                “She usually stays to clean up after everyone and do all the paperwork.  She only asks that you are here on time and to try and keep your area as clean as possible, makes her job easier.”

                “Why aren’t you doing that?  The cleaning I mean, why is she?”

                “I open the place so I usually leave before her, and that works for her.  Just because she’s the owner, don’t think she’s not the hardest worker.”  Buzz looked at the young man, his older eyes twinkling.  Oh, he knew all about Bobby and his bad boy ways; Troy spoke volumes.  And he knew what Bobby’s thoughts were when it came to Jackie; everyone thought them.  That she was some old croon who had no business running a bar.  And for everyone that thought that, he loved seeing the shocked reaction of those same faces that saw the bomb shell that was Jackie.

                Though the dick head that was her ex-husband tried to turn her down and tell her she was ugly and fat and that no man would ever want her, Buzz saw the total opposite, as did half the men, young and old, alike.  But thanks to fucksface words, Jackie didn’t see that anymore, didn’t see that the babies she adored gave her the lush curves that men wanted.  Sure, she wasn’t a size two, more like a size ten, but the way everything clung to her and showed off those curves; let every one man needing more than just her alcoholic drinks to help them.

                Although, don’t discount those.  Jackie had her license at 18 but she had been playing with drinks since she was 16 and made some killer combos.  In fact, their daily specials were usually drinks she had made up and no one but the staff knew them, and they weren’t allowed to share.  That was part of the reason why her bar was so popular.

                “The schedule is for ten hour shifts, from six pm to two am, Thursday to Saturday, if that works?  Justin has school late on Thursdays and Fridays, but if that doesn’t work, you can let Jackie know, she will switch things around with her and myself.”

                “Doesn’t she take days off?”     

                “Sundays.  And if she can, Mondays.  Justin does Sunday to Wednesday, so you, him, and I work there.  I’m usually gone Tuesdays and Wednesdays; my wife has those evenings free, so it’s our date nights.”

                “Nah, those days are fine for me, those are the best tip days,” Bobby smiled in his response, liking Buzz and how he was.

                “You might be surprised.”  Buzz laughed and led Bobby to the back room where the office was.  “Let’s go ahead and start on the paperwork and then Jackie should be in to sign off on everything.”

                “Is she nice to work for?” Bobby asked as he took the seat across from Buzz behind the desk.

                “Big time.  She’s a great boss, hard worker, and a fun one.  She loves this place and her staff and will enjoy picking on you.”  Bobby nodded, liking the sounds of that.  Hell, even if she was old, he enjoyed a great work environment.  And truth be told, he got along great with everyone, so he couldn’t see why he would have any problems.  And honestly, if he was smart, and quiet, he was sure he could find some good fuck bodies around here.

                “Sounds good.”

                “Great.  So, this first sheet is just some regular background information and then the next is about your taxes.  The last sheet is a wavier.”  

                “Wavier for what?”

                “You will be learning new drinks, ones she has done herself, and she won’t let anyone else take them, so this is just to say you will be quiet.  A confidential sheet is more accurate.”  Bobby frowned at that, never hearing anything like that.

                “I’m sorry.”  Bobby turned around in his chair, his eyes traveling from the Converse, up over the tan, toned legs, over some lush and full tits, and finally resting on a smiling face with a gorgeous pair of light brown eyes.

                “You’re right on time Jackie; I was just giving Bobby the information to sign.”  Buzz watched the young man and had to smirk; that was shock all over this face.

                “You’re Jackie?”

                “Yup, and you must be Bobby.”  She walked over, holding out her hand, offering one of her breath taking smiles.  Buzz knew Jackie couldn’t pick it up, but he heard the muttered ‘fuck me’ come from Bobby.