The pool area was already packed, and more kids on Spring Break had arrived. Spring Break was both a blessing and a curse. She liked that the hotel was busy and she hauled in more tips, but she hated she had to put up with a bunch of drunks, as well as the sexual propositions the men—no, they were boys—liked to throw her way.She sighed, and lifted the keg to make sure it was full. It didn’t contain enough beer to last the day, but she wouldn’t have to change the barrel for a few hours.Looking down, she made sure her white tank top was tucked into her black shorts. She pulled her long, jet-black hair up into a pony tail, and checked her face in the reflection of the stainless steel container where the bottles of liquor were kept. Big brown eyes stared back, her skin smooth and also brown. She hadn’t bothered with any make-up. She would have liked to apply a little mascara and blush, but today was going to be a hard day’s work, and there wasn’t any sense in worrying about running mascara or blush touch-ups that may or may not need to be done.
