Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I nodded. Sounded good to me.
“Okay.” Jer was coming back, holding out two thick, black packets. He handed one to each of us. “Cammie will tell you the pricing, but you guys are your own cash registers up there.”
She took hers, frowning. “You’re not the bartender up there?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I’m running the beer down here tonight. Another guy’s up there, but you’ll do fine.”
Cammie’s frown was telling me otherwise.
Jer kept on, “Close out after the game or when the box clears out. Joe said that’s up to you, and come down to the beer. I’ll give you a ride back. We’ll be closed before you guys anyway, so I’ll probably head up to help you guys close out, or I’ll be waiting in the van. Check your phones. I’ll send word after the game. Joe wants you both back at the Quail for the rush tonight. It’ll be nuts.”
Cammie nodded, and I didn’t tell her until we were going up a back stairway, “I didn’t know it was even Homecoming this weekend.” I felt stupid about it. I should’ve known that much.
She laughed, getting to the third floor and opening the door. She held it for me. “I’m not surprised, but that’s what I like about you. Some of the guys call you Blue Daze, did you know that?”
She was walking down the hallway, so I was just going with her. “Blue Daze?”
“Yeah, cause you’re always in a daze. You’re like half here, half not here.”
It’d been a week of working at the Quail. Between classes and work, my days were full this past week. So I got it, but she didn’t know that I preferred it that way. I didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt not seeing Stone, and he’d been my self-medicating way to get through everything else. So yeah, the last week, I’d taken on this zombie-way of lifestyle. I got up. Went to classes. Ate lunch. Studied if I had free time before work, then went to work. I studied any free time I had, but Joe had told me firmly that I needed one full day off from working. That’d be on Sundays, so I already had plans to study the entire day.
Being called Blue Daze, I wasn’t too shocked by it. I think I preferred it. They hadn’t called me Dusty since the first night. It’d been Blue ever since.
“This is us.” She nodded to a door.
A bunch of security people were standing outside. Recognizing our uniforms, the guy opened the door for us, a radio in his other hand.
The entire room was busy, but not with the ticketholders yet. Staff was rushing around, cleaning, carrying food to the back kitchenette area and putting out table coverings. A guy was behind the bar and waved us over. “You girls are the servers?”
Cammie took lead, speaking for me, “We are. How many will be in here?”
“It’ll be fucking packed.” He was eyeing both of us, slightly concerned. “You both done boxes before?”
Cammie frowned back. “We load up the trays and walk ’em around. We’re not in charge of getting the food, right?”
“Yeah. No, you’re not.” He motioned to the kitchenette area. It was being turned into a buffet. “You guys have to watch the food. When a dish gets half empty, let me know. I’ll call down for more to be brought up. Mixed drink orders go through me, too. As for shots or beer,” he motioned to the fridge behind him, under the counter, and the tap. “You guys can pour that stuff yourself. You know pricing?”
“Eight, ten, twelve for the beers.” Cammie was half-telling me at the same time. “Bottles are…”
“Twelve.”
She whistled. “Homecoming inflation rate?”
He grinned. “Pretty much. Shots are five even.”
“Five?”
He shrugged. “They’re getting the cheap shit here, but they don’t need to know it. Oh, and we’re only offering these types of shots. Nothing else. We’re a box suite, not a fully functioning bar.” He slid over a piece of paper, and taking it, I saw it was a cheat sheet for what we offered and the prices.
I tucked mine into my pocket.
“No.” He reached behind, grabbing some black aprons to tie around our waist. “Use these.”
They were short, but they would blend in with the skirts. I tied mine on, put the cheat sheet in there, the money on the inside pocket, along with a small pad of paper and a couple of pens. My phone went in the other pocket.
“We good to go?”
Cammie glanced to me. I nodded, and she spoke for both of us. “Load up the first trays. We’re doing champagne?”
“Yep.” He reached around, then swung right back. His hand extended. “I’m Ben, by the way.”
Cammie laughed, shaking his hand. “I’m Cammie and this is Blue.” She gestured to me.
He laughed, shaking my hand, too. “That’ll be easy to remember.” He went back to filling the first glasses when he said, “Oh. These are high rollers, so stay extremely professional. No flirting. Nothing like that. The team’s new GM asked for these guys to come as a personal favor to the team.”