Under normal circumstances, I could carry four tall lager glasses on a tray with no issues. But with my head feeling as fuzzy as it did, I really had to concentrate as I walked. I felt relieved when I got to the table with no spillages, and started to unload them on to the table one by one.
I managed to get three down, but as I attempted to grab the fourth, I knocked it with my knuckles and it fell off the tray and straight into the lap of the handsome blonde man.
I don't know who was more shocked; me for knocking it over, or him for being totally drenched. He sat there for a moment in disbelief, then looked up at me.
'You fucking idiot,' he said.
'I'm so sorry,' I said, mortified at what I'd just done. 'I'll get you a cloth.'
'A cloth is no good,' he screamed. 'This outfit is ruined. Do you know how much it cost?'
'I'm sorry, I'll pay for it.'
'It would take you a year to pay for it on your wage.'
'I said I'm sorry.'
'Go and get me your manager.'
I didn't have to. Gary had heard the commotion outside and had come to investigate.
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General FictionMilo is living his best life. He works at a bar in Manchester's gay village. He spends his evenings at work chatting to hot guys and having drinks bought for him. He's his boss's favourite, so can get away with anything and is given all the best shi...
