Work was slow which wasn't good for my mental state. Leaning against the bar, waiting for people to come in or get someone a new drink all I could see was my face when Brian was cumming. I'd have had an easier time watching myself take multiple loads to the face and pretend to like it.

By the time my shift was over, I was no more ready to go home and eventually see Paul as I was earlier and decided to settle my mood the old fashioned way, get drunk. I was doing a pretty good job of it at the moment and was taking the first sip of...