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and more about the idea that she might have just run away from
something very good.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Chelsea
took the empty glass off of the table and replaced it with another drink that
she knew would be gone in minutes.  One of the things she hated most about
waiting tables was serving liquor.  She understood it was a person’s right
to drink but that didn’t mean she had to like being the one that gave it to
them.  The most surprising thing she found out since working as a waitress
was how much people drank.  Not everybody actually.  Just the heavy
drinkers.  Even then most of them weren’t so bad.  She’d served many
guys something on the rocks with their dinner and most of them were fine. 
They could handle their liquor and knew when they needed to call it quits. 
     
    They
were ok. 
     
    It
was the lightweights that she could barely stand.  Guys that would get
drunk and then do everything that their quasi intelligent, sober mind would
shout at them not to do.  That same restraint was gone when they crossed
that line from being sober to being a prime candidate for an internet video
shaming their drunken actions.  She remembered dozens of occasions where
she was seconds away from recording them when they were drunk.  Then
they’d see the kind of person they really were when drunk.
     
    Yeah,
they were the ones who got her to the end of her rope and she was currently
dealing with the worst of the worst.   
     
    “Anything
else I can get you Jason or are you done for the night?”
     
    “I
can think of plenty you can give me tonight but I don’t know if you can do it
on the clock.  How ‘bout you meet me after your shift?”  
     
    He
wasn’t half bad looking and was pretty decent when he wasn’t incapable of
putting together an intelligent sentence.  He was a prime example of a
person that should not drink for any reason.  Ever.   
     
    Yeah,
keep on smiling buddy.  I know you well enough and I’m glad the one thing
that doesn’t get worse when you drink is your tipping.  It gets better the
drunker you are.  Still, I probably need to cut you off and get you a
cab.  I’ll let you sober some first.  It’s still early.   
     
    She
couldn’t say she was pleased with letting him get that wasted, but a good tip
had an ability to help ease her conscience.  Besides, she always stopped
serving him when it was just too much and made sure he got home safe.  He
was smart enough to never drive himself there so taking a cab home was always
fine. 
     
    He
was the kind of guy she actually felt bad for.  The kind that made her
want to work at a place where she didn’t have to even serve the stuff.  Of
course, hers was a life where she didn’t always get what she wanted.  In
truth, most of the times things didn’t seem to go her way. 
     
    Waitressing
was a good example.  When she started doing it, she didn’t expect it to be
her main source of income a year later.  It was supposed to be a stop
gap.  She thought she’d make a little extra money on the side while she
waited for some dance company to scoop her up.  She didn’t care about
actually finishing school back then.  Now it was almost two years later
and she was still serving Italian food and fine wine. 
     
    She
walked behind the greeters station and slipped her shoes momentarily off. 
Normally she didn’t like pulling double duty as a waitress and the greeter but
today her feet hurt so much, she considered the large enclosure as a
blessing.  Right then all she wanted was to reach down and massage her
feet that were screaming at her after the showcase earlier.   This
rut was getting very old very fast. 
     
    It
had to be Friday.  Only the busiest day of the week at the
restaurant.  Fridays and Saturdays made more for her in tips than she made
on almost all of the other weeknights combined and rent was due in a few
days.  She was just barely able to cover her half and if the past few
times she spoke to Sasha