Being the manager of a bar, it was an occupational hazard to occasionally have to fill in for a no-show bartender or one who had called in sick. On this Saturday night I got the call to relieve the daytime bartender, as the night bartender hadn't made it to work. I'd had plans, but duty called.
This Saturday was particularly busy, being in a ski resort with a record amount of snow, and I never had a chance to take a break or even have a smoke. The cocktail waitresses were scrambling too, but we all made pretty good tips. Finally we made it to last call, and the girls cleaned up while I closed down the bar. The bouncers successfully sent everyone home, except for Tiffany. She'd been flirting with me all evening, and I told them to let her stay. She was a fine looking woman, wearing a tight-fitting tank top with obviously no bra; she caused me to screw up a few drink calls with her pointy nipples.
Eventually everybody except Tiffany hit the road and I locked all the doors. Now it was time for a smoke, and a drink. I mixed one for me, and one for Tiffany, then had to head for the bathroom. Whew! I thought as I peed , now I could relax for a little while.