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"What if the reason we get so attached to fictional characters is because they were supposed to be our soulmates, but we were born in different universes?"

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Do I look like doctor fucking Phil?

One by one tonight, I'm getting story after story about cheating spouses; wives whose husbands turned out to be gay and vice versa; a boyfriend who caught his girlfriend cheating with his brother; a man who claims his best friend and lover is a blow up doll that he has under his bed, he also says she talks back to him - which is very concerning; oh and then there's my personal favorite, 'my boyfriend is fucking his cousin' - I nearly threw up.

Never have I ever been bombarded with this many tales of infidelity and insanity at once. It baffles me to learn more about the kind of people that are in this world, and I'm a cop so that really says something.

I do understand wanting to vent about it to me though, I am the bartender after all and it's basically in the job description to listen to all the drunken fools problems. But after each spiel they followed with these burning questions - 'what should I do?' or 'what would you do?"

At first I gave my honest opinion which consisted of 'leave them' or 'they're not worth your tears' and almost every time they hit me with - 'but I love them' or 'maybe we can get past this'.

So after awhile I studied their eyes and got an inkling of what they were begging to hear and told them exactly that — since apparently common sense is out of the question.

I for one, would never forgive a cheater. Something about being with someone who already had a mindset of betrayal was haunting for me. They could easily jump back into that mindset at any given moment, they did it once so what's to stop them from doing it again? And that constant anxiety and fear would eat me alive.

Anyone is better off alone than with a cheater who will only fuck up their mental health and self-worth.

God forbid Connor ever betrayed me in that way. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a slight fear since we were going to be apart for the next few months and we've never been apart for more than a day or two. So this was new for us, but I know I just needed to have trust in him and have faith that our marriage was strong enough to get through this long period of separation.

"Hey sweetie you doing alright?" The other bartender, whose name I was having the hardest time placing, asked as she grabbed the bottle of beer I was holding. She handed it to the man who was anxiously waiting for his poison, and he accepted it while shooting me a scowl.

Oh shit, I hadn't realized I dozed off while in the middle of working. I blame lack of sleep; I was up all night last night thinking of new ways to snoop, where exactly I plan to plant the bugs, and just randomly thinking of different scenarios on what they do here behind closed doors. I know it'll take awhile to find that out, but I was anxious to know; like I was in the midst of binging a Crime-Drama.

"Yes," I smiled and shook my head like I was pulling myself from a daze, "I'm so sorry for dozing off, I was thinking about the piles of homework that I am not looking forward to doing tonight," I apologized, praying that she wouldn't tell Piett or Skywalker about my momentary slack-off.

I am barely on my second day of my trial period, and Skywalker already seems off with me so I feel as if I'm hanging on by a thin thread.

But much to my relief, she seemed more understanding than anything, "I one hundred percent get that, I'm in the middle of school too and it's hell," She sighed as she made a needy customers drink.

"You can say that again," I chuckled as I opened a can of imported beer and poured it into a tall glass.

I like this girl that I was partnered with tonight, she's been nothing short of a ray of sunshine since meeting her a few hours ago. She even added a little extra makeup under my eyes to help hide the dark circles, and gave me a few pointers on how to earn higher tips - which may have involved a slight lowering of my top. I know it's not necessary for me to go to those lengths, I don't need the money like the others here do, but I was trying my best to fit in and look like a broke student.

"I'm not in it by choice though, my brother is pushing it on me and he even goes as far as to call the university to make sure I'm actually showing up to the classes." She rolled her eyes before faking a smile and handing over the well-made drink to her customer who generously tipped her, "Although I would much prefer to partake in the family business than go to school." She grimaced in disgust, placing the twenty in her apron.

I handed what felt like my hundredth drink of the night to the woman waiting, "Can I ask what your family business is?" I questioned out of pure curiosity. I didn't feel nervous talking to her or asking questions like I was when I talked to the others here, she seemed normal and not very skeptical.

She turned to smile at me before gesturing around the bar, "You're in it." She spoke with pride, eyeing the club like she was a mother looking at her newborn.

I raised my brows in surprise.

Wait a minute, does that mean Skywalker is her broth-

"Ahsoka, make an old fashioned for the big man upstairs and take it to him," A man I didn't recognize leaned against the bar after pushing himself through the crowd; earning him a few very pissed off glares.

Ahsoka, that's her name, now I remember. But I'm confused, that's not a name I've ever heard prior to today. How did this very important piece of information not make it into the file Obi-Wan gave me? It never once mentioned family, let alone a sister. I just assumed he didn't have anyone.

But now that I do know this, it begs a question; does she know what her brother is up to? Or is she blinded to it all?

Looks like I'm going to be making myself a new friend, and hopefully, figure that out.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, "How about you tell the big man," She mocked the name, making me smile as I suppressed a laugh, "To come and get it himself, we're busy down here." She sassed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and turning her back to him.

He rolled his eyes at her attitude, "You," His attention was now on me, "Make it and take it."

I raised my brows once again and folded my arms over my chest, "Please?"

"Please," He added with a fake smile before turning around and walking back through the crowd, "Women." He mumbled like us women are a nuisance. Which was a bit annoying seeing as I merely asked for the bare minimum, but I guess that's too much to some.

I turned around to grab the bottle of Whiskey to prepare the beverage, but before I could, Ahsoka placed a ready made drink in my hand, "Please let my dear brother know I made it with love." She smirked with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and it was in this moment that I began to see the similarities - starting with their matching ocean eyes.

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It only took less than a second after I finished knocking for the big man to answer, "Come in Ms.Winters." He said in a polite tone, somehow already knowing it was me.

I opened the door and he leaned his back into his chair with a smile, his eyes on me, "How'd you know it was me?" I asked as I walked towards his and reached over a chair to set the drink in front of him. I also took notice to an open laptop that was facing his direction - I bet that holds all kinds of secrets.

"You have a distinguishing knock," He wrapped his palm around the glass before I had a chance to fully let go, so our fingers touched.

His skin was warm and soft, and it was impossible to miss the way he flirtatiously caressed the tips of my fingers, even going as far as to slowly rub his thumb down mine to the knuckle - all while his eyes were locked with mine. I was mesmerized for only a split second before pulling myself together and taking my hand away. He smirked at my reaction as he brought his glass close to him.

"Your knocking is slow and light in comparison to everyone else's, almost like you're nervous whenever you come up here." He eyed me up and down, his gaze momentarily pausing at my slightly exposed cleavage before meeting my eyes once more.

This man is far too intuitive for my own good, "I'm not nervous," I breathed a small laugh, "I just like to knock quietly in case you're in the middle of something; I don't want to startle you."

"How kind of you," He brought the drink near his mouth, "I trust you made it correctly this time?" He raised a brow as he placed the rim on his lips, preparing for a drink.

"Actually Ahsoka made it, and she told me to tell you that she made it with love." I emphasized the word, just as she did.

Skywalker paused before he allowed the brown liquid to hit his tastebuds, and he moved it away to study it carefully with narrowed eyes. He twisted the glass to examine every bit of the liquid, like he was expecting to find something.

"Is there an issue?" I asked with a slight head tilt as I stepped closer and placed my hand on the chair.

He exhaled heavily, "I don't know yet, I may have annoyed her earlier so I wouldn't put it past her to slip in a little hot sauce in it, or worse - salt." He cringed as he set the cup down and pushed it in my direction. He looked up with an innocent smile, "Mind trying it for me, sweetheart?"

I almost laughed, he swears his narcissistic smooth talking is going to work with me like it probably does with every other girl here, "No sir, I don't drink." If you don't count the occasional wine I like to have here and there, "Much less whiskey." I nudged it back in his direction.

He pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, clearly vexed by my disobedience, "I'm your boss, and I say try it."

"And I told you that I don't drink and it's rude of you to use your title to demand it." I spoke without thinking. What am I doing? It's just a sip, I shouldn't risk this job over a simple sip of alcohol. I mean I said it as politely as possible, but still. He raised his brows and leaned back again, this time he looked intrigued, "Is there anything else I can do for you? Or may I go back to work?" I asked, swallowing nervously and praying I didn't piss him off too much.

Without saying anything, he picked up the glass and took a drink. Judging by the lack of reaction he gave, she didn't actually do anything to it, she was merely trying to tease him.

"Little devil." He mumbled before glancing back up, "No, that'll be all Ms.Winters." He looked back at his laptop before sliding it in front of him, "And I doubt I'll see you again for the rest of the night, so I'll see be seeing you on Friday. Get home safe."

"You won't be here tomorrow?" I asked in a confused tone. Piett said he's always here when they're open.

"Yes I will be," He answered, "But you won't be," He met my eyes from above the laptop screen, "Did Piett not tell you?"

I slowly shook my head, "Tell me what?"

"You put in your availability that you have classes on Wednesday's and Thursday's so I'll be granting those as your days off," That's when I remembered that I had submitted a fake school schedule. It was two classes per day, and I even had the names in my head in case I was quizzed, "And Sundays too of course since we're closed - unless I happen to host a private event, so I may ask you to work a Sunday, it'll be optional of course, but I do encourage a yes since I'll be paying you double." He smiled, highlighting his dimples.

"Then I may just say yes," I shot him a smile of my own and turned around to leave. My smile immediately dropped when he could no longer see my face, "And thank you for giving me the days I needed, I appreciate it." I spoke with my back to him, although I had no idea what I'll be doing the next two days. Probably a whole lot of nothing since really there isn't anything I can do except run far-fetched theories in my head.

Oh and possibly listening in on any conversations he has in here from the bug I subtly planted on the back of the chair he has sitting in front of his desk. When he had his attention on the drink Ahsoka made him, I slipped it in-between the fabric and the wood; it was well hidden and impossible to see.

I saw an opening and took it. I just pray this bold act doesn't bite me in the ass.

"Of course, have a good night."

"You as well." I closed the door behind me, and smiled.

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