6. Chapter Six
Chapter six
B rennan
I’d thought going to interviews and not getting the jobs was the worst, but this week had taught me differently.
What was even worse was not even getting any interviews.
When Keegan got home and saw my application for the coffee shop, he convinced me not to turn it in.
He was so sure I’d find something soon. I just wished I had as much confidence in myself as he did.
My bank account was getting seriously low.
I was running out of time, and if I didn’t find something soon, I was going to have to go back home.
It would suck, but I knew I could get a job there.
Not a good one, but some money would be better than none.
I’d already paid all my bills for this month, and had enough saved to pay next month’s, but that would be it.
I looked at the calendar and decided I’d give Keegan’s plan until the end of the month, and if I hadn’t found anything by then, I’d start applying for whatever I could get.
Keegan was a good friend, but I wasn’t his responsibility.
If I had any job at all, I could pay half the bills, which would help him out.
He may have had a job waiting for him here, but it was still entry-level, so it didn’t pay great.
That gave me a week and a half to find something.
“It’s Friday night. Let’s go out,” Keegan said.
“No, I’m not feeling it. Besides, I don’t want to spend the money. The drinks are so pricey at the clubs.”
“We don’t have to go to one of the clubs.
We could go to a bar if you want. I ran into one of my old high school buddies the other day, and he said he’s working at one of the local bars.
We could go over there. He mentioned they were short-staffed, so if you’re determined to get a job, maybe you could work there.
The money is bound to be better than the coffee shop. ”
“I don’t know much about making mixed drinks and stuff.”
Keegan laughed. “Brennan, this is a local dive bar, not a high-end joint. I’m guessing the mixed drinks are pretty simple, and that they mostly serve beer.
Besides, he said while it isn’t a gay bar, the owner is gay, and they have quite a few customers who are.
I bet you could rake in the tip money working there. ”
“The hours probably would be good for me to still be able to make interviews and stuff for other jobs,” I admitted. “I don’t know if it’s a good job for me, though. I guess it depends on the bar. It couldn’t hurt to check it out.”
“Exactly. Besides, even if you decide you don’t want to work there, we can grab a beer. And Josh says the food is great, too.”
“Okay, sounds good to me. I need to change clothes, though. Even if it isn’t a fancy place, I’m not going in sweats.”
“Yeah,” Keegan agreed. “And if you want a job there, you should probably dress the part. Just in case you need to make a good first impression.”
“Dress the part? The part of what? A bartender? I don’t even know what that looks like.”
“You know, tight jeans and a snug t-shirt. That’s what most of the ones I’ve seen are wearing.”
“I’m not going to pick someone up. Besides, I don’t plan to talk to anyone about a job tonight. All I want is to do is scope out the place and see if I even want to ask.”
“You do you, man. I’m just saying you ought to be prepared in case the opportunity presents itself.”
“Okay, point taken.” I conceded, as I went to get ready.
Keeping what Keegan had said in mind, I took extra time with my hair.
I had a love-hate relationship with my curly hair.
On the one hand, I thought it made me look younger than I was and more cute than sexy.
On the other hand, guys seemed to love it.
I’d contemplated cutting it shorter to make the curls less obvious, but I always chickened out in the end.
I wasn’t sure if cute would get me as many tips behind a bar as sexy would, but I could worry about that another time.
The jeans I selected weren’t skintight as Keegan had suggested, but they did make my ass look good, which was why they were my favorites. I paired them with a dark blue t-shirt that was my favorite. It was soft as butter and fit me perfectly.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a minute, trying to decide if I could picture myself working behind a bar getting people drinks. I’d never thought about working as a bartender, but it couldn’t be that much different than working as a barista, right?