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I was thirsty, but walking to the bar was mainly an excuse to get out of the heat of the kitchen, away from the smell of grease that sometimes surfaces from where your mind keeps it for hours on end. I washed the dirt and cleaning agent from my hands and exited the kitchen into the dimly lit dining hall where a few servers were bending under the tables with short brooms, blindly sweeping up crumbs in the near darkness. Massive amounts of glossy wood composed the floors, ceiling fans, and table tops, giving the place an expensive feel. The cheap landscape paintings on the wall, however, gave it away. I stopped for a second and stared at a familiar one, sensing an opportunity to waste some time. It was an impressionist take on a field of bluebonnets and a wooden wind mill in the background, signed with a scribble in the bottom right hand corner. Smooth Jazz played quietly in the background since there was still a customer sitting in a corner of the restaurant, picking slowly at his chicken tender plate that I had made for him. He was talking on the phone, laughing quietly every few seconds while his server stared directly at him from about twenty feet away. The kitchen had closed 45 minutes ago.  \nI made it across the restaurant to the bar and found the bartender. I asked him for a Topo with alime and he charged me the discounted two-dollar rate, which I paid for in cash. I'm sure he pocketed the bills without ringing it up on the POS, just as I would have done. We weren't good enough friends to openly acknowledge such arrangements, but we were getting there. I had only been working at the Grill for the past two months, and had yet to enter into any meaningful relationships with the front of house staff. However, I did sell drugs to a few of them, including this guy. He asked if I had any bud on me, and I said yes. I would meet him out back after the shift. He bought about forty bucks worth from me once a week. He handed me the bottle and I forced the lime wedge that sat on its lip into the carbonated water, so that a little shot out of the top. I sat at the bar for a second and talked with him about the shift, about how slow it was, and about how we were going to get our asses kicked during the rush tomorrow night. To make things worse, the health inspector was coming tomorrow. Ah shit, he said, so that's why Ted was here earlier. Yep. He poured me a good bit of cheap whisky in a to-go cup and said that Ted must be the biggest asshole he's met in the industry in a while. I agreed, grabbed the to-go cup, poured the Topo in it. I put a couple more bucks on the bar, said cheers, and walked back toward the kitchen. I would give him a little extra later on.  \nAs I made my way back I passed a group of servers who had finished cleaning and were sitting in the lobby, counting cash and drinking beer where the last customer couldn't see them. I looked at one of the waitresses whose name I didn't know. She was newer than me, and had only been working here for the last two weeks. I stopped in front of another landscape at the doorway that separated the dining hall and the kitchen. This time it was distant view of a beach checkered with striped parasols and the ocean stretching beyond them, a gaudy sunset transpiring at the world's end. I stood there briefly, drinking my  \ncocktail, and glanced at the waitress a few times. My eyes paused on her face while she talked to one of the others. I noted her over-red lips, her hair dyed-black, her purple eye-shadow. 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