Vitae stuff
Mark loved being a Bartender, it was like being a shrink, but without all that pesky medical shit. Like tonight, here he was, pouring drink after drink for all these people and yet there was this one girl, barely past her 22nd birthday pouring out her soul into her Apple Marteni and into Mark's ear. Everytime he went over she was telling him something and asking for advise.
Mark just smiled at the girl when she said, "Maybe I just need a good lay?" she slurred with conviction as she finished her drink.
Don't Shit where you eat Mark... the little angel on his should said... right before the devil climbed up and stabbed him in the spine...
"That can be arranged..." Mark says with a fllirtatious smile as he shook out another Martini for the girl. "FYI though, I can only give you a couple more of those unless you switch to water for a while." Mark said switching to an apologetic look.
"Your so funny..." The girl says as she payed for her drink.
Mark winked at her and moved down the line pouring up a few more drinks and laughing internally at the girl and how little she knew about the world.