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It Doesnt Come Easy

Chapter Two

Inside Paddy’s Pub was no better. The bar was dimly lit with green hanging lights and the strong smell of stale beer hung in the air. Dark, chipped wooden furniture was scattered around the bar and booths fixed to the right hand side had small tears in the red leather seats, revealing the cheap foam beneath.

As Gerard walked inside, he glanced over at the two people working behind the bar; Frank and Dee. The sight made him feel a little taken aback. As the bars laziest employees, it felt strange to walk in on them working. Gerard let the door swing shut behind him, startling the pair. Frank looked up from cleaning the glasses, his face lighting up as he saw his roommate and best friend enter the premises. “Hey Gerard” he called out chirpily.

Gerard offered him a weak smile, his eyes scanning him as he stood behind the bar. Frank stood 5’6 with a light beard and dark hair slicked back. He wore his usual black short sleeve t-shirt that drew attention to his glamour muscles and tribal tattoos he proudly displayed on his arms. His navy blue chinos were tucked into worn combat boots, which Gerard swore were the only shoes he owned. Gerard nodded at him, quietly muttering “hey” as he took off his coat; he still wasn’t happy about the incident with the car.

He glanced over at Dee, hoping to catch her attention. Dee sat on the far side of the bar, her long legs crossed over each other as she stared at the laptop she had placed on the bar. Her eyes looked over the screen at her twin brother, barely acknowledging him before returning.

Despite being his twin sister, the only similarities they shared was their height and blue eyes. Dee didn’t pride herself on the latest fashion. She wore skinny jeans and an oversized grey sweater from Forever 21 that hung loose on her lanky frame, with her long hair hanging past her shoulders; carefully straightened to remove any likeness of her brother.

Gerard pursed his lips, seething at her lack of acknowledgment. He approached the bar, turning his head back to face Frank. “Where’s Mikey?” Gerard asked, folding his coat and gingerly placing it on the bar; he didn’t fully trust that surface not to ruin it. Frank shrugged. “I’ve not heard from him since last night” he replied, placing the glass back on the shelf. Gerard groaned, taking a seat at the bar. “You see, that’s the problem with Mikey you know? He never shows up on time and when he does what exactly does he do here?” He said, wiping his finger across the bar to feel its sticky surface; his face screwing up in disgust as he quickly wiped it on his jeans.

“He doesn’t show up on time because he lives on the other side of town and you guys go out every night” Dee chimed in, not looking up from the screen. Gerard shot her a look, his eyes narrowing. “Who asked you Dee? And what the hell are you doing anyway?” He spat.

“Replying to emails” Dee replied nonchalantly, her eyes remained fixated on the screen. A wave of anger began to simmer inside Gerard, he couldn’t stand his sister. Everything about her just pissed him off.

“Replying to emails? Dee who the hell would want to email you? You don’t do shit around here” He exclaimed, gesturing around the empty bar. Dee finally looked up from the screen. “Oh screw you Gerard, when was the last time you actually worked the bar” she yelled, folding her arms against her chest as she sat back in her chair; narrowing her eyes at Gerard. A surge of anger washed over Gerard, clenching his fist as he glanced over at Frank, a venomous look plastered upon his face. Can you believe this bitch he thought angrily. Frank knew that look all too well. His eyes flitting between Gerard and Dee, he never understood Dee either but the last thing he wanted was another fight breaking out between the pair and scaring off the little customers they actually had.

“Actually Dee, he’s always working the bar” he said matter-of-factly, offering Gerard a supportive nod of approval. A thin smile ghosted the corners of Gerard’ lips as he turned back to his sister. “See, I work the bar, Frank’s cleaning glasses and minds the entrance, I mean even Mikey cleans the bar occasionally. Not all of us come in here just to sponge off the free booze and wifi” He added, smiling triumphantly.

Dee scoffed at the pair, rolling her eyes as she returned back to the laptop, she wasn’t in the mood for indulging her brothers bullshit. “Yeah Gerard is like the hardest working guy I know” Frank said, proudly gripping his shoulder. The smile quickly faded as Gerard shrugged off Frank’s touch. “Yeah alright Frank, get me a beer will you?” He said appearing discomforted by his touch.

Frank quickly recoiled. “Uh sure” he mumbled, bending down to open the mini fridge beneath the bar and grab two bottles of Tiger beer; a feeling of embarrassment rising in his chest. His cheeks flushed a little as he turned to grab a bottle opener and popped the caps. He hovered there a moment, not wanting Gerard to see how red he had gone. You shouldn’t of done that he thought as the feeling of anxiety gripped his chest. He took a deep breath, putting on a wide PR smile as he stood up and handed his friend the drink.

Gerard smiled, taking the cold bottle from his friends hand. “Cheers” he said, clicking the neck of the bottle against Franks before taking a sip. “So where did you go last night? You never came home?” Frank asked, leaning against the bar. A smug look quickly spread across Gerard’ face.

“Well, lets just say…”

The door to the bar suddenly swung open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. Gerard spun in his seat as all eyes fell upon Mikey, who ran into the bar shouting incoherently as he waved a piece of paper in the air. Gerard leapt from his seat. “Woah woah woah Mikey, take it easy” He yelled, trying to calm him down. Mikey turned to face Gerard, his green eyes were wide and full of madness as he continued shouting. The gang had never seen him this worked up before.

“It’s the bar, it’s the bar guys” Mikey cried. Frank and Dee glanced at each other, hoping for answers only to be met by the same stunned expression. Mikey groaned, slamming his palm against his forehead as he struggled to compose himself. “What about the bar? What are you talking about?” Gerard asked as Frank and Dee stood beside him.

Mikey fumbled for his words, unable to express what he needed to say. His heart thudded in his chest, struggling to breath as he ran a hand through his dark, unkempt hair. Dee folded her arms. “Jesus Mikey will you spit it out already” she said impatiently.

“It’s the bar…. They’re closing us down”

“What do you mean closing us down” Gerard asked, his tone demanding as he glanced at Franks worried face.

“As in they’re shutting down the whole strip Gerard, we’re going to lose the bar”

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Comments

Oh noooo, I want them to be able to keep the bar. xc

Frankie Boy. Frankie Boy.
5/10/19

@TheseLungsAreEmpty
Thank you!

This is really good!

I'm subscribed! This is really good so far and I'm excited to see where it goes. :D

Frankie Boy. Frankie Boy.
5/10/19