'I'm the manager,' said Gary, as he approached the scene.
'This idiot twink barman has just thrown a drink all over me,' said the blonde guy.
Gary looked at him and seemed to recognize him.
'I'm so sorry Mr Roulson,' he said, 'I'll sort this.'
'I want him fired. Otherwise I can't ever come back in this bar without fear your incompetent staff will do it again.'
'I didn't throw it at him,' I said, defending myself. 'My hand just slipped.'
'I'll get someone to come out and clean you up. The next few rounds are on the house.'
I knew what I'd done was bad, but it was only an accident. Gary would surely understand that and let me off with a slap on the wrist. But who was this guy? How did Gary know him and why was creeping him like that?
We walked in silence until we got into his office.
YOU ARE READING
Twink
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...
