33 [M4F] Sunrise at the Shore

It seemed like a good gig at the time. Fresh out of school and looking for some easy money I took a job at a beach resort. You know the kind: close to the beach and close to the town but not quite part of either. I started tending bar and decided that I enjoyed the work. It was the typical tacky bar. Frozen drinks with cheap liquor. They all ended in "rita" or "colada" despite the fact they never really were either. I figured I would only be this young once and put my life on hold to live in the sun for a little while.

A year turned to two, then three, and now five. I was still working the bar and enjoying it, well enough anyway. The clientele had grown. Now we catered to young adults on vacation for most of the year, but we had also become a Spring Break hot spot for the college kids. We even had some families start spending their summer vacations with us.

Now was the weird time of year when all three groups could be found mingling. Students fresh out of school, families getting an early jump and best deals they could, and young professionals trying to kick of their summer right. And that meant more work. It also meant I needed to better control myself. Without fail someone would drink too many pina-ritas or something and something would be flashed or some zipper would open. I'd nod subtly, trying to get the woman to fix it. Most of the time they noticed.

The sun had barely come up and I had finished a morning run. I needed to get out early in order to beat the heat that was so persistent once it became a reasonable hour. Rather than go to my room I head straight to the poolside bar to get it ready for the day. I roll up the gate, wash my hands and start slicing fruit. I usually don't see anyone this early so that's why I'm a bit startled when you sit down.