I bartend at Nick’s on Sixth from Thursday to Sunday nights. Nick hired me four years ago on one of July’s hottest afternoons when I was navigating student debt. Audrey tagged along that day, hoping she could land one shift a week. (I thought her sly attempt to sabotage this opportunity was an ignoble excuse to remind me that she was ultimately the better one.) However, as the universe was on my side for once, I landed the role of bartender and on Audrey’s bad side the entire week. For days, she spewed backhanded compliments and forwarded my calls. It wasn’t…