June 18th, 2017 at 06:19am
Two AM finally rolled around, which meant it was time for the remaining guests at Tattletale's to leave because the bar was closing. "You don't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell out of here!" Piper heard Alec, the house DJ, yell out on the mic from her location in the back room. She sighed before going back to counting the wad of cash that was in her hand. It'd been a relatively slow night, seeing as it was a Wednesday. But still, the blonde made relatively good money. Piper always did.
"How much did you make tonight?" Piper's thoughts were interrupted by her friend/coworker Nikki, who had just left the stage. Piper gave her the typical one second gesture, finishing her count before turning her attention back to Nikki. "About three hundred. Not so bad for a Wednesday." Piper tossed her money into her purse before standing up, zipping her sweatshirt. It was about time for her to head home, she was beyond exhausted.
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Chris was pretty sure at this point in his life that his blood was eighty five percent coffee. He could drink the stuff any time of the day or night, and it never effected him. Which explained why he was sitting there at two thirty in the morning, nursing a black pumpkin flavored coffee while pouring over his lyric book. It was something he typically did when he couldn't sleep, or there wasn't anything on television that interested him. It was always fun to look back on old ideas, stuff that he had written previously and see how much he'd grown since then.