New Year's Plans?

10:30 PM New Year's Eve, I'm sitting at work doing Will Call for the casino's nightclub.

Up walk the four most fake, beautiful girls in the casino at the moment. You can tell it took them hours to get ready; their hair is curled and you can tell it took them hours to get on all that makeup. They strut their stuff and walk up to me. Head Bitch says "Four Tickets for (the nightclub)."

I raise my eyebrow. This is not sounding like a will call request. I take a deep breath and ask "For tonight? Do you have a reservation?"

She gets snotty and says "No, we need tickets for tonight."

I can't even put on my sympathetic smile as I say "We sold out earlier this afternoon, there are no tickets left."

Shock and disbelief crossed her face. I don't think anyone had ever told her no before. I could see the wheels turning in her head, thinking of what hot guy she'd met earlier could get her in....fuck her friends, they could find their own way in.

"What? Well, what do you expect us to do? It's New Year's Eve!"

I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face.

"Well, you could make a Resolution to book ahead next time."