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 losing their minds. The dishwasher cannot keep up with the load we have tonight.
The girls on the stage are also having a hard time keeping up with the load tonight. None of the private dance rooms are available for very long. The girls are in constant motion.