Dominick
I worked as a barback. I was the bartender’s assistant. My responsibility was to keep the bar clean and well-stocked. I functioned like the “assistant waiter” for one of the greatest bartenders in Hornden.
I could say it was a good job. I needn’t have to talk with the customers, but the bartender had to. It wasn’t because I didn’t like to talk people, because I do, but I just preferred to not be obligated to talk to them, compliment them, listen to their rants or something—or something else entirely.
Sometimes, the bartender—Antonio—who was also a mixologist, would teach me tricks and how to mix drinks when there were not much customers. Sometimes, he would extend for at least half an hour
