How Bizzarrrrr

At ze Bar

Evelyn has a mental disorder where she has different personalities inside of her glorious little head. The bold letters are a different personality.

Evelyn Jones's POV:

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: Alcohol

I was working my usual shift at the bar when he walked in. Damien Alistair. The most famous person in town. He came in here every Tuesday and Thursday, but something was different about today. He usually slams open the door and struts across the room and orders a drink, but today he barely opened the door enough for his slim, muscular body to fit through and he slumped in his chair. "The usual." He said with a sigh. I quickly made him his drink and leaned across the bar to see his eyes. His eyes were as blue as the ocean itself. He had dark circles under his eyes, meaning he hadn't slept in a while. "What's up with you?" I said. "Nothing." He replied. I didn't believe him, so I was persistent "What's up with you?" "Nothing," He said with the exact monotone voice as before. When I was hired to work here I was told by my boss, Jenifer, "Don't get attached to any of the customers-especially the mens." I, of course, ignored this and got attached to the regulars-men and all. Since he was a regular I got attached. I jumped the counter and sat by him. "Are you gonna lie to me again?" He looked at me and his eyes slowly shifted colors.
His eyes are freaky you can't trust him

Of course I can. Damien is my friend.

Mmm. That's what you said about the last guy

Just shut up. God your so annoying!

YOU ARE TOO

SHUT THE FUCK UP LEAVE ME ALONE

Damien laughed and then sipped his Vodka. "You know you are fucking annoying right?"

HA Told ya.

"YEP," I said, jumping back over the counter, ignoring the silly little voice in my head. He downed the rest of his drink and slammed the glass on the table. "Again," he said and I filled up his drink. "So what's up?" I said "Some stupid ass human came to my house and blamed me for eating his dead grandma and killed my dog."

RUN HES A CANNIBAL

NO HES NOT HUSH

His eyes went back to the color of the night sky. "Damn. Well, I will get you a new dog and talk with...who was it?" I said not finishing my promise. "I don't even know he had a mask on and-" he took a sip of his drink. "He didn't even say who his grandmother was." He finished. He downed another drink. "Again," he said and I refilled his drink once more. It was unlike him to get this upset about something so small but...I guess he is telling the truth. I don't know. Another person walked into the bar. She was a skinny little blonde who was probably going to pay for the drink with daddy's money but ehh money's money. She ordered a Bloody Mary, which I thought was quite easy to make so I went off and made her one. As I did she started getting all up on Damien. Like EXCUSE ME, MA'AM!!!! NO!! I admit I got a little bitchey and slowly walked over there, pretended to trip, and just threw all of her drink all over her :) soaking her too-small shirt with Bloody Mary. "Oh my god, I am soooooo sorry ma'am!!!" I said containing my laugh. "UGH, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!! I AM NOT PAYING FOR THAT!!!" Her face got red and Damien couldn't contain his laugh. Damien burst out laughing and the chick stormed off, Bloody Mary dripping down her flat ass chest.

Damien Alistair's POV:

As the blonde chick ordered a Bloody Mary, she sat down next to me and felt her ass, chest, and hips. "Shit it looks like I forgot my wallet." She looked right at me when she said it. I was not finna buy this woman a drink! I barely had enough to buy myself a drink. "That sucks," I said shrugging. She scooted over to get closer to me. "Could you spot me a couple of dollars Big Man?" No bitch because I can see a twenty sticking out of your back pocket. I saw Evelyn walking back slowly and I immediately knew what she was doing. She had done the same thing to the last girl that was touching me. Does she think I am going to hurt her? Or does she not like the fact that she is touching me? Is she germophobic? That can't be right because she shakes hands with almost everybody. Then what is wrong with her? I swear girls are so confusing. I barely had enough time to move before she "tripped" and spilled the drink all over Blondie. "Oh my god I am soooooo sorry ma'am!!!" she said, her eyes filled with laughter. "UGH, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!! I AM NOT PAYING FOR THAT!!!" Blondie got all red but I couldn't stop laughing. She gave me a look of betrayal and stormed away, the twenty-dollar bill falling out of her pocket. I leaned over and grabbed the money. It was wet but $20 is $20 so I put it in my pocket. "That apology was so fake dude," I said. I wonder what else is fake. I reached across the bar and pulled her curly hair. She looked confused and said ow. She stuck out her bottom lip. "Why did you do that?" she said. I grabbed her chin and she got red. "Because I needed to see if your hair was as fake as that apology. "You know my hair is a real jerk." "I know but I had to make sure." I was gonna grab something else...but decided against it, you should be happy. She smiled and halfway pulled away I didn't want her to go through. Her alarm went off and I got startled. She laughed. "Forgot my alarm goes off at the end of my shifts?" "Possibly." I jump over the counter. I pull her to me, grabbing her in my arms. What am I doing? Am I really that drunk? I've only had three drinks. I can't be. Then what the fuck am I doing? I could feel her body heat through my button-up shirt. Her face got all red, just like Blondies. "Damien, what are you doing?" "I don't know." I mumbled, "Well whatever you're doing your gonna get me fired." I let go. "I'm sorry." I avoided eye contact. She walked to the back, where her changing room was. What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking. She caught me off guard and this is what happened. I felt terrible, so I threw $40 on the counter and walked out.