It gets worse:
*rumors of peach cheating on her boyfriend with a bouncer. I don’t believe them, and if she did, well, I hope she is a little more discreet. It doesn’t seem to be impacting the bar in anyway whether she is or not, so, there. Who cares?
*something is going on with Bossman because September is outta here. Fired. Gone. No clue why, apparently his other businesses are suffering.
*my “stalker” is interested in me, and there is a tiny glimmer of interest back, but, no, my instincts are screaming “RUN!” Didn’t need the stalker to insert drama into the evening. I got a full apology but when someone hasn’t even asked you out formally and is already screaming “psycho ex” with their body language, I’m listening this time. None of that again.
*peach is acting very….very strange. She can be stern, tough and firm and take no bullshit, but there’s something else going on. I think she’s getting heat from above and it worries me…I hate people stressin’
*hot stuff is apparently being fingered again as an issue. I’m not even bothering to mention her mouth. Don’t know, don’t care.
Well, at least I got a few days off.