Fuckin' busy night at work tonight. As soon as I arrived at 3, it was nonstop until we closed at 12. I had to cut a few people off because they were being drunken douchebags and falling all over the place, spilling their drinks everywhere. Some couldn't even hold half a bloody sentence. I even had to break up a fight between two customers, both extremely drunk off their tits swearing and slurring at each other.
Some Welsh dude came up to me and was telling me how he just found out that his best friend got cancer, that's why he was drinking so much. Then he proceeded to high five me and lean on my shoulder, almost making me fall. What the fuck.
Then some fat bogan fuckhead didn't know which bourbon he wanted to drink, so he comes around to my side of the bar (completely fucking unacceptable). I move towards him and tell him that he isn't allowed to be on my side of the bar. He shoves me aside pretty hard and says, "Fuck off you don't want to fight me". Points to the one I was recommending him the whole time, and goes away. I was holding on to an empty bottle of Wild Turkey and raised it, about to smash in his face when my supervisor grabs my shoulder and tells me to go take a time out. My head had played so many scenarios of killing him right there and then just with that empty bottle. Either way, the guy got kicked out as soon as the hotel duty manager was told about it by my supervisor. Could've ended baaaaaaaaaad.