CHLOEI got rejected by another publishing company and the best thing I do is go to the bar to get drunk. I don't do this, most times I just go to my apartment and I begin to weep but today I'm at the bar drinking my sorrows away. "Josh!" I yell the bartender's name, at least I think that's his name. Even though it's not his name it's not in his job description to say it isn't all he has to do is serve me alcohol. He runs in my direction. He's cute but he's not my type, maybe it's because he sounds like Justin Bieber, and I hate Justin Bieber. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and nice lips but his voice? Ew. I shake my empty glass on his face. "Another vodka please," I yell at the top of my voice, I have to because the music in this club is loud as hell. He gets the same bottle of vodka as if the bottle was preserved for me. He pours it into my glass and I smile at him not because I'm being flirty but because he's a great bartender. I drink from it and I feel less shitty than I was
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