Haven’s POV

It is a hectic, busy night. For the life of me, I cannot keep up. Every table has a special order. Every person wants at least three drinks to get them started for the night. Every third person has a complaint. I swear that I have rubbed a hole through both of my feet at this point. If I ever get out of these heels, I am buying the nicest set of comfy slippers and sitting all day in them.

All of our barbacks and bartenders look like they are absolutely ...