Imagine being the new bartender at Molly’s and all the Chicago guys flirting with you.
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It was part of the job, really, and you played it up as much as you could for good tips. That said, when you had first applied for the bartending position open at Molly’s, you hadn’t quite expected for the amount of attention you would get. The flirting you carried on with nearly every guy who showed up only boosted your tips and their spirits.
Cops, firefighters, as well as medical personnel flocked to the bar on both busy and slow days. Hell, it was even owned by some of Chicago’s finest firefighters, as Gabby, Otis, and Herrmann loved to let you know. Really, it was only a matter of time before you began knowing the regulars by name.
Pouring drinks, flirting, and laughing became just as much a part of your job as anything else, and you loved it.
“There’s our favorite bartender,” the Halstead brothers call out as they come into Molly’s at a solid ten o’clock, the elder taking a moment to check you out before the younger did, too, only serving to make your smile wider as you move away from Severide and Jimmy to where the newcomers chose to sit.
“Don’t spoil me, boys,” you shoot back with a wink, making the two of them laugh while you carry on, asking for their order, “What’ll it be for you tonight?”
“Aside from your phone number?” Jay tries, making Will roll his eyes.
“Real smooth, Jay.”
This was the best job ever.