Chapter 1.2 – That girl needs a gaydar
It took Alice a few months to realise that she was, in fact, working at a gay bar.It still never quite clicked that Devin Ashton was a regular there for a reason, and her pursuit in winning him over continued since Ricky Bailey was always too busy to hang out with her outside their working hours. She often went swimming with Devin instead, although she always mistook his looks of unease with looks of lust.Throughout her
pitiful existence, the poor girl never understood why he always wore clothes and never slept under the covers with her when she invited him over for “sleepovers”.Despite Alice was now earning a living for herself, she wasn’t quite scraping enough together to pay the bills every month. Her wage did mostly depend on tips, and Alice was now renowned for being the worst mixologist in Bridgeport. Ever.
The inevitable happened anyways. Fed up with not having any luck with Davin, nor having a toilet or a bed, Alice decided to turn her attention back to Ricky since he had been flirting with her slightly. Well, if lecturing her for not washing up the cocktail glasses counted as flirting.
To her surprise, Ricky was just hanging around the venue in his normal attire, not a black bartender garment in sight. Quickly, she rushed over to him, a saddened expression on her face.
‘No, no, sweetie, you’ve got me all wrong.’ He replied, raising his perfectly manicured eyebrows upwards, grinning as he fluttered his long, girly eyelashes. ‘I’m bisexual!’
As they stepped into the elevator to head to Alice’s floor, she placed a hand on his shoulder and said something about having a fiddle with his cocktail shaker. It was then that Ricky realised that he had made a terrible, terrible mistake.