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It was a pretty uneventful night for the most part. People showed up, rocked out, got drunk, went home. Well... maybe not one guy in particular. He had a buddy who we already marked as a minor that he wanted to bring downstairs. Problem: nobody marked as a minor can be downstairs, period.
Me: I am Me. Me am I. I am I. I now have a Queensryche song stuck in my head.
SC: I don't care who he is, he ain't coming in!
CC: Allies are so hard to come by nowadays...
M: Minor. Even he had more brains than this derp.
(SC, CC and M walk up to my door. I immediately noticed the M's on M's hands, and he stays outside the gate. Good so far.)
Me: (to SC and CC) ID's?
(CC and SC show theirs. They're of age. CC's about to walk inside, but SC gets a little too close.)
SC: Hey, how much would I have to give you to let him in?
(SC points at M.)
Me: I can't let him into the downstairs bar.
SC: Whaaa? Why not?
Me: Not only is he under 21, he's already marked as a minor. By our rules, he needs to be upstairs.
SC: What about $20?
(I can already feel my ears start to burn. This fucker's gonna try to bribe me?)
Me: Not worth my job.
SC: Okay, what about $40? Would $40 be enough?
(Oh, you're getting on my goddamn nerves even harder, boy. SC pulls his wallet out and starts rooting through it.)
Me: He's not coming in through this door, and you're not going to pay his way in.
SC: Look.
(SC holds the $40 out as I card a couple of regulars who just showed up. I don't even look at the money.)
SC: $40, just let him in.
(I think something in my facial expression scared SC a little, because he backed off some.)
Me: Get your fucking money out of my face. You are not going to cost me my job!
(CC turns to SC at this point and puts a hand on his shoulder.)
CC: Just let it go, man, he's only doing his job.
M: Yeah, I mean, I'll just go back upstairs. It's no big deal.
SC: ...whatever. Come on.
(SC and CC walk into the bar. I look over at M, who shrugs.)
M: Man, it was turning into a reality show for a second.
Me: Yeah, one of the shitty MTV ones...
(M laughs and heads back upstairs.)
Look, I don't know how long SC and M have known each other, but the second someone starts waving money in my face, it take every bit of self-control to hold back from rearing back and clocking the little shit. The way the economy is right now, I'm not going to throw a reliable, if slightly ill-paying, job right out the window like that.
Me: I am Me. Me am I. I am I. I now have a Queensryche song stuck in my head.
SC: I don't care who he is, he ain't coming in!
CC: Allies are so hard to come by nowadays...
M: Minor. Even he had more brains than this derp.
(SC, CC and M walk up to my door. I immediately noticed the M's on M's hands, and he stays outside the gate. Good so far.)
Me: (to SC and CC) ID's?
(CC and SC show theirs. They're of age. CC's about to walk inside, but SC gets a little too close.)
SC: Hey, how much would I have to give you to let him in?
(SC points at M.)
Me: I can't let him into the downstairs bar.
SC: Whaaa? Why not?
Me: Not only is he under 21, he's already marked as a minor. By our rules, he needs to be upstairs.
SC: What about $20?
(I can already feel my ears start to burn. This fucker's gonna try to bribe me?)
Me: Not worth my job.
SC: Okay, what about $40? Would $40 be enough?
(Oh, you're getting on my goddamn nerves even harder, boy. SC pulls his wallet out and starts rooting through it.)
Me: He's not coming in through this door, and you're not going to pay his way in.
SC: Look.
(SC holds the $40 out as I card a couple of regulars who just showed up. I don't even look at the money.)
SC: $40, just let him in.
(I think something in my facial expression scared SC a little, because he backed off some.)
Me: Get your fucking money out of my face. You are not going to cost me my job!
(CC turns to SC at this point and puts a hand on his shoulder.)
CC: Just let it go, man, he's only doing his job.
M: Yeah, I mean, I'll just go back upstairs. It's no big deal.
SC: ...whatever. Come on.
(SC and CC walk into the bar. I look over at M, who shrugs.)
M: Man, it was turning into a reality show for a second.
Me: Yeah, one of the shitty MTV ones...
(M laughs and heads back upstairs.)
Look, I don't know how long SC and M have known each other, but the second someone starts waving money in my face, it take every bit of self-control to hold back from rearing back and clocking the little shit. The way the economy is right now, I'm not going to throw a reliable, if slightly ill-paying, job right out the window like that.
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