ABL 32: Flustered And Mushy

“What’s a sunken ship?” Frankie asked as he showed off his bartending skills, and I rolled my eyes. He had so many customers; even though he had a waiter, I doubted she was good at making drinks.

Maybe that was jealousy talking, but all she did was deliver the drinks Frank made.

“I’m coming over there,” I said as I got up and heard Anin explain the story to him, although I wanted to avoid it. This story about Miall and I was now boring. I wrapped an apron around my waist and saw that Anin’s explanation had gotten a few listeners.

Well, the story was altered to human expectations, and it was kind of funny how she had to cut out a few things from the real story.

I happily attended to the customers despite having my whole life on Nioz being spilt to people I didn’t know. Who would've thought I would be tonight's entertainment?

“And he had the audacity to propose to her in front of his people and later on that night sleep with his cheap ass girlfriend,” she said drunkenly, and they gasped.