A Not-So-Simple Life: Part 1
It was nearing midnight, which meant that most of the customers had long since left and now only a handful of people were left. Because of that, Leo gave me the green light to work the bar as long as I kept my cool and tried to act older. It wasn’t too hard when the three people I was serving were hammered out of there minds already. They didn’t expect a sixteen year old to be serving them drinks, nor did they care as long as I kept them coming. “You’re holding up ok back here TK?” Leo asked, patting me on the back as I cleaned a pitcher of beer. His real name was Reginald Marino, but he had long dirty blonde hair and a bushy chin strap to go with it that vaguely …