Always Pay For Your Beers

"Die kumma einfach immer weiter!" James grumbled in discontent as he saw another large group of tourists enter the Bayerisches Haus, all ready to celebrate Oktoberfest by ordering beers to their hearts' desire. "Wann krieg i endlich a Pause?!"

Why did he have to try his luck in getting away with not paying for his own beers?

He could have been on the other side of the bar, enjoying Oktoberfest just like everybody else, but because of what he had decided to do, he now had to work as a barmaid, wear a dirndl, and serve beers all day until Oktoberfest ended.

He would have thought that if the owner of the Bayerisches Haus had found out about what he wanted to do, then the owner would have simply kicked him out of the establishment. But never in a million years would he have expected for the bar's owner to transform him into a busty, German woman who was pretty incapable to speak any English at all!

No matter how much he tried, the only thing that now came out of his mouth was Bavarian German of all things!

And to make matters worse, the owner told him that if he ever wanted to transform back to his former self, then he had to sell beers.

A lot of beers.

It had only been a week since he had started working here, and he had already sold more beers than he could count. To no one's surprise, he was still a long way from paying his debt, and but after selling what seemed to be like a never-ending amount of beers, he realized something very important: The more flirty he acted with his male customers, the more beers they would order.

He didn't like the idea of flirting with men since he was a man himself, but if showing off some cleavage and smiling every time he received a compliment helped him sell more beers, then he was going to do it.

And talking about that, a group of tourists had just approached him to order beers.

He still wanted to catch a break later in the day, but for now, he had to serve what in his opinion was quite a handsome crowd of tourists who all turned out to be young men.

It wasn't like he was enjoying the fact that they were young, attractive men.

It was just that... they were more interesting to talk to than anyone else.

"Was wollt'se alle gern bestöll'n, meine Liaben?" James said as he rapidly adjusted his dirndl and smiled at the men standing in front of him. "Seid's ihr alle bereit, das Oktoberfest z'genießen?"