It was Saturday night. The weekend. Which meant it was the night that more people than usual show up at the bar. There was some sports game up on the small flat screen in the corner, so at least a lot of the patrons were distracted.

After serving a regular, I walked over to where a new guy was sitting.

"Hi. What can I get you?" I asked him. He looked up at me. I couldn't quite make out the colour of his eyes in the dim lighting, but I think they were blue.

"Just a beer." He replied.

I nodded, grabbed a glass, and filled it at the beer tap at the end of the bar. I walked back and set the glass down. I was turning to serve someone else when I tripped, probably over my own damned feet.

The glass tipped over, I'm guessing my chest hit it. The beer spilled out onto his lap and I started muttering all the curse words I could think of.

"Shit." I sighed. "Not again." I walked out from behind the bar and over to his stool. "Come on, there's a bathroom in the back. Just follow me."

I led him to the back and to the small employee bathroom.

"Listen. I have to stay here because some stupid rule about not letting people use the bathroom or some shit. So clean up quickly." I said.

"Don't you need to be out there?" He eyed the door.

I groaned. "Shift was supposed to be over fifteen minutes ago." He nodded in response. "Do you want anything to make up for this whole, incident."

He didn't respond for a moment. "I'd love to borrow that shirt sometime."

I looked down at the black crop top I was wearing, which happened to be a low cut. I crossed my arms over my chest and laughed. "You'd probably look better in it than I do. You almost done there?"

Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see the employee that was supposed to take over my shift earlier that night.

"About fucking time," I sighed. "Busy night, better get out there, Newbie."

She nodded and closed the door, probably weirded out by the fact I had a guy in the bathroom with me.

"Well," the guy said. "I'm as clean as I'll be."

"Oh, finally." I let out an exasperated laugh. "Better get out of here before anyone notices that you're in here."

"Shame, really, because, while very uncomfortably alcoholic the smell is in here, it was fun to get beer spilled on me by you." He laughed and shook my hand. "Name's Craig, by the way."

I squeezed his hand a bit. "Marnie."

"Well, Marnie, may I walk you outside?"

I nodded. "I don't see why not."

We left the tiny bathroom and crossed the bar room to the door. I looked back at the new girl and caught what I think was a wink.

Craig asked where I was parked and I explained how my car was in the shop, getting fixed. Stupid thing was always in the shop. It was probably on its last leg- err, tire.

"Oh well, I'm parked over there." He pointed over to an expensive looking sports car. "So I can give you a ride."

"Um, I'd rather not. After all, I just met you." I turned and started walking in the direction of my small flat.

...

I arrived and pulled the key out of my pocket and shoved it into the keyhole before unlocking it.

I placed my wallet and keys on the counter before picking my wallet back up, taking out the money, which were mostly tips, and setting the bills in the freezer.

I sat down on my chair and sighed. I glanced at the time.

12:56

And I headed to bed.