𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ x ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

The Hardest Comedown

Jack stayed as long as he possibly could, but eventually had to drag himself from their makeshift nest and go into work. It had easily been the best sex he'd ever had, easily surmounting the pathetic nights he had spent with Sarah trying to replace her in his mind. His head was still numb and foggy as he went about his shift, trying to catch up where his coworkers had fallen short.

The shift was measuring up to be one of his worst as he scrambled with the never ending tickets, but when one of his runners signaled him over to the back- it was all but set in stone how the night would continue to go. She complained about one of her tables that was just seated, stating she refused to continue to serve them. He'd seen them come in- a big group of drunken men part of a large bachelor party, too poor to get a stripper and too drunk to care that this wasn't a strip club. He groaned but assured her he'd much rather take the table than have her treated like shit all night- or worse.

He split his time between catching up the bartenders on tickets and serving the drunken men. They weren't the most accepting of the fact that he was serving them now and not the 17-year-old runner, but he wasn't paying much attention to anything they said anyway.

He easily let himself escape in the memories of barely an hour ago as he filled drink orders, the feeling of her legs trembling, the face she had made when he-

"Hey! Barkeep!" He reluctantly shook the thought away and looked in the direction of the shout. "Another round of PBR for the table!" He nodded their way before turning and rolling his eyes, making a mental note that if he were ever in a wedding party he'd be shoveling out money, if not for his love of his friends than purely out of spite for this table.

He brought the cans over in a bucket for them, ready to go back to his happy place when one smacked his arm roughly.

"You really believe in that shit?" The man that was eagerly pushing his luck drunkenly slurred.

"Believe what..." He flatly asked, not even making eye contact as he debated on humoring the man.

"That mask bullshit..." Another man piped in. "...All you snowflakes really believe that shit don't you?" He laughed before mockingly coughing directly at him. Jack shot him a look of shock and disgust.

"Yeah, and you guys really believe that any of you could actually pull that underaged waitress? What's the real cringe philosophy here?" He raised his voice over their drunken laughter. "Finish your fuckin beers and get the fuck out."

"Oh we're not leaving until we get a round of shots for the man of the hour!"

"Fine." Jack smiled, heading to the bar and pouring a series of everclear shots and setting them on a tray before bringing them back over. "Drink the fuck up, hell take them out with you, just get out." He scoffed. I hope all of you fail to make it home tonight anyway.

He stepped outside for a minute to get some air during his break, though the break was quickly ruined once he checked his phone. Today was Sunday, meaning he had a stream planned for early the next morning, as well as another the following morning. On top of that he had scheduled several separate meetings with some other artists to discuss possible collabs inbetween it all. Jack's chest began to tighten. Why the fuck had he done this to himself? He always tried to overbook himself whenever things got dark in his head, ensuring that he wouldn't have time to spiral, but of course this would happen now. All he wanted to do was work things out with the beautiful woman, hopefully still in his bed at home.

Flower🌺:

Come save me... 😷💀

Fuck this job lol