Here, Darling.
Maybe It's Not My Weekend, But It's Gonna Be My Year.
Lucy had really enjoyed working at O’s, though she didn’t at first. As soon as she walked through the door and saw the two girls behind the counter, opening beers as fast as lightening, she was bricking it.
Especially when she met Alaska and was met with hostility, but as soon as she realised that it wasn’t directed at her, Lucy began to loosen up, learning quickly the actions she needed in order to succeed in this job role.
It wasn’t the ideal thing Lucy wanted to do, but she knew she couldn’t return home to a gloating Jack, the sight was unbearable. He was Lucy’s older brother friend and loved to tease her, taking every chance he could take to prove to her that he would be right.
That was the reason he had bet that she wouldn’t be able to find a job before the day was through, Zack didn’t mind Lucy not working, after all that made her flexible enough to help him and his band out whenever they needed an extra hand.
But Lucy hated when Jack proved her wrong so she woke up early, dressing as nicely as she could before hitting the town to try and find a place of employment, she started at the coffee shops first, though that didn’t end well. Apparently she wasn’t upbeat or didn’t have enough zing in order to pour coffee for pretentious college students.
After that blow she moved to book stores but that slowly ended she saw the disapproving looks she was given as soon as walked through the doors. Lucy started to give up then, realising that she wasn’t really qualified to do anything else, that was when she stumbled across O’Donnell’s on her way her home.
Thought she wasn’t exactly excited at the prospect of working there she did try her best to sell herself to the middle aged bleach blonde that was sat in the small office behind the bar, tapping away half-heartedly at the keyboard while she partly listened to the young girl.
But at the end of it all she enjoyed it, Texas and Alaska were fun to work with and she instantly found it easier to take on the character of Dakota, letting out a flirtatious side of her she didn’t realise existed at all, making her ecstatic when he handed her a couple of extra dollars for tip.
She was excited to get to work the next night and was looking forward to the miserable look on Jack’s face when she flashes the $150 tip she had made in his face, smiling smugly at the fact that she had one over on him.
“Jack, pay up” she called as soon as she walked into the flat, not bothering to check if they were asleep because knowing he would be over and drinking with her brother and their friends, they were bound to be up at 2 in the morning.
“What do you mean?” Zack called from the living room where sure enough, he and was sprawled on the couch, feet dangling over the edge while they tapped furiously at the controller, small frown on his face.
“I got a job, so you owe me pizza and root beer” Lucy beamed, collapsing on one the sofa’s leaning her back against Alex’s side as she continued to grin at her older brother.
“You have a job?” Matt questioned, eye brows furrowing as he sat in the corner, eyes trained on the TV, the other boys in the room now turned to look at the girl who merely beamed, nodding her head.
“Where at?”Jack asked in monotone never taking his eyes from the screen as he tried to escape Rian’s character who was shooting bullets at him.
“Just some bar, but I made £150 in tips so I’m not complaining, plus the other girls there seemed really nice” she saw Zack pull a face when she uttered the word bar, knowing that he would get over-protective of the fact that his little sister wasn’t working in some cooshy place like a library.
“Lucy” He began, hitting pause on the TV to turn and look at his sister, taking in her messy pony-tail and shinning eyes, smiling from ear to ear. “You’ve proved to Jack that you can get a job but I don’t feel comfortable with you working in a bar, so why don’t you quit and then you can come back to your part time work for us”
That was exactly the wrong thing to say to Lucy at this moment in time, it was like waving a shiny red flag to an agitated bull. It was going to end in disaster. And it wasn’t going to be Lucy who was going to get hurt.
“Firstly Zack, you’re not my father and you can’t tell me what to do. Second off, if I want to continue working in the bar, which I do, then I am going to with or without your permission and you are not going to tell me to quit. Thirdly, fuck you” Lucy sneered, instantly feeling her good mood crashing and shattering around her, the rest of the boy’s didn’t seemed faze by Lucy’s change in attitude they were used to Zack saying the wrong thing.
She sighed in a huff, collapsing onto her bed after slamming her bedroom door shut behind her. She hated how she let Zack get to her, he was her older brother and she did love him, but he always treated her like a child. They were the same age! Ever since Lucy was born, an agonising thirty minutes after her brother, she was rushed into ICU where she spent the first month of her life.
That is where she felt her problems started; Zack was able to bond with their parents, with their family, while she was pretty much stood in a container, only getting physical contact off of the multiple doctors and nurse that looked after her. He always did have a head start in life.
She didn’t hate her brother for his success; she just wished she was more like him. She lacked confidence and any ambition, never bothering to try at life because she knew she was going to fail, where as Zack always knew what he wanted to do and always did it no matter what. No one believed that he would join a band, and when he did just that no one believed they would make it big. Zack just had a way of proving people wrong.
Especially when she met Alaska and was met with hostility, but as soon as she realised that it wasn’t directed at her, Lucy began to loosen up, learning quickly the actions she needed in order to succeed in this job role.
It wasn’t the ideal thing Lucy wanted to do, but she knew she couldn’t return home to a gloating Jack, the sight was unbearable. He was Lucy’s older brother friend and loved to tease her, taking every chance he could take to prove to her that he would be right.
That was the reason he had bet that she wouldn’t be able to find a job before the day was through, Zack didn’t mind Lucy not working, after all that made her flexible enough to help him and his band out whenever they needed an extra hand.
But Lucy hated when Jack proved her wrong so she woke up early, dressing as nicely as she could before hitting the town to try and find a place of employment, she started at the coffee shops first, though that didn’t end well. Apparently she wasn’t upbeat or didn’t have enough zing in order to pour coffee for pretentious college students.
After that blow she moved to book stores but that slowly ended she saw the disapproving looks she was given as soon as walked through the doors. Lucy started to give up then, realising that she wasn’t really qualified to do anything else, that was when she stumbled across O’Donnell’s on her way her home.
Thought she wasn’t exactly excited at the prospect of working there she did try her best to sell herself to the middle aged bleach blonde that was sat in the small office behind the bar, tapping away half-heartedly at the keyboard while she partly listened to the young girl.
But at the end of it all she enjoyed it, Texas and Alaska were fun to work with and she instantly found it easier to take on the character of Dakota, letting out a flirtatious side of her she didn’t realise existed at all, making her ecstatic when he handed her a couple of extra dollars for tip.
She was excited to get to work the next night and was looking forward to the miserable look on Jack’s face when she flashes the $150 tip she had made in his face, smiling smugly at the fact that she had one over on him.
“Jack, pay up” she called as soon as she walked into the flat, not bothering to check if they were asleep because knowing he would be over and drinking with her brother and their friends, they were bound to be up at 2 in the morning.
“What do you mean?” Zack called from the living room where sure enough, he and was sprawled on the couch, feet dangling over the edge while they tapped furiously at the controller, small frown on his face.
“I got a job, so you owe me pizza and root beer” Lucy beamed, collapsing on one the sofa’s leaning her back against Alex’s side as she continued to grin at her older brother.
“You have a job?” Matt questioned, eye brows furrowing as he sat in the corner, eyes trained on the TV, the other boys in the room now turned to look at the girl who merely beamed, nodding her head.
“Where at?”Jack asked in monotone never taking his eyes from the screen as he tried to escape Rian’s character who was shooting bullets at him.
“Just some bar, but I made £150 in tips so I’m not complaining, plus the other girls there seemed really nice” she saw Zack pull a face when she uttered the word bar, knowing that he would get over-protective of the fact that his little sister wasn’t working in some cooshy place like a library.
“Lucy” He began, hitting pause on the TV to turn and look at his sister, taking in her messy pony-tail and shinning eyes, smiling from ear to ear. “You’ve proved to Jack that you can get a job but I don’t feel comfortable with you working in a bar, so why don’t you quit and then you can come back to your part time work for us”
That was exactly the wrong thing to say to Lucy at this moment in time, it was like waving a shiny red flag to an agitated bull. It was going to end in disaster. And it wasn’t going to be Lucy who was going to get hurt.
“Firstly Zack, you’re not my father and you can’t tell me what to do. Second off, if I want to continue working in the bar, which I do, then I am going to with or without your permission and you are not going to tell me to quit. Thirdly, fuck you” Lucy sneered, instantly feeling her good mood crashing and shattering around her, the rest of the boy’s didn’t seemed faze by Lucy’s change in attitude they were used to Zack saying the wrong thing.
She sighed in a huff, collapsing onto her bed after slamming her bedroom door shut behind her. She hated how she let Zack get to her, he was her older brother and she did love him, but he always treated her like a child. They were the same age! Ever since Lucy was born, an agonising thirty minutes after her brother, she was rushed into ICU where she spent the first month of her life.
That is where she felt her problems started; Zack was able to bond with their parents, with their family, while she was pretty much stood in a container, only getting physical contact off of the multiple doctors and nurse that looked after her. He always did have a head start in life.
She didn’t hate her brother for his success; she just wished she was more like him. She lacked confidence and any ambition, never bothering to try at life because she knew she was going to fail, where as Zack always knew what he wanted to do and always did it no matter what. No one believed that he would join a band, and when he did just that no one believed they would make it big. Zack just had a way of proving people wrong.
