Jake: Oh SHIT!
Jamie: Well, that’s a nice greeting! Good evening to you too!
Jake: Oh – sorry – didn’t hear you come in. I just dropped some glasses and they smashed to bits. So stupid…
Jamie: Well don’t beat yourself up about it – it’s just glasses, no-one died!
Jamie: You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked, though – that IS stupid.
Jake: I didn’t realise I had…oh now I’ve cut myself.
Jamie: Leave that, I’ll do it – if you don’t mind me saying, you look like shit.
Jake: Thanks – I’ve got such a headache, I can hardly see straight.
Jamie: Blimey mate, it’s just as well I turned up to sort you out, isn’t it? Come on. Let’s go and stick a plaster on that – I assume you’ve got some?
A few minutes later:
Jamie: There – that’s better. It wasn’t as bad as it looked, was it?
Jake: No…by the way, who are you?
Jamie: Well, I’m hoping to be your new barmaid! I heard you were looking for staff. Jamie Donovan.
Jake: Jacob Thorne – Jake. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jamie. Have you done any bar work before?
Jamie: Loads. I reckon I’m probably the best barmaid in the world, actually, but I’m too modest to say. You could give me a trial shift?
Jake: Yes I will. Actually – I know it’s a bit much to ask, but I don’t suppose you could work this evening…? I think I need to lie down for a bit; try and shift this headache. If I could just show you the ropes – it should be a pretty quiet night anyway –
Jamie: Don’t worry about it – I can manage by myself. I told you, I’ve got loads of experience. I’ll give you a shout if I really need a hand, OK?
Jake: Thanks Jamie – I don’t think I could open up otherwise. I’ll be there later; I just need an hour or so.
Jamie: No worries! Hey, with cut fingers and headaches, maybe you should be looking for a full time nurse instead of bar staff.
Jake: Funny you should say that…I was trying to get hold of one…
Jamie: You serious? Are you really sick or something?
Jake: No, no, it’s just – there’s this girl, she’s a nurse – she won’t give me the time of day though.
Jamie: Oh right! Playing hard to get, is she?
Jake: Well – no, I think she just doesn’t like me…
Jake: Well I’m not sure…I mean, she’s really crabby with me – more than you’d expect if she just didn’t like me – I think. I don’t know – I just feel like there’s something there, I think about her all the time…
Jake: – sorry, I’m rambling on; you don’t want to hear all this!
Jamie: No, go on, you got me curious now! Come on; tell me all the details, then you can give me a guided tour of the bar.
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