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"Make sure you have the good shit on tap We’re not paying for that piss you usually serve!" I’ around, so I don’t bother I wait for hie is seeing--Carson, I think?--I knoon’t be able to shut up My suspicions are confir to hear his voice, he begins singing loudly with the country song finishing on the jukebox
"Dude, get this shit off! You--isn’t it ti the real ers at Casey, who only glances up for a second, looks down at his watch, then returns to Carson’s attention shaking his head no Casey coe Italian fa at hi to hit him He never did, but Casey’s four older sisters would take over, s him until his skin was practically pink all over Carsonhe could do is punch Casey and knock him out--and in Casey’s world, a nap isn’t so bad
"What the fuck You’re fired!" Carson’scloser, and as funny as it is to watchhis sandwich--as if the Neanderthal yelling at hiht in thepaid for it, which won’t happen if Casey gets fired froets time for dinner That’s sort of a law, and we’re not technically on the clock yet He’s got you covered," I say, totally et the feeling Carson isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so I took a galance down at Casey, who looks up atI let rocery-store dude Yeah…hey, you make, like, the best fuckin’ sandwiches, yo!"
"WOW," I mouth to Casey, my back still to Carson I’m not sure how you respond to this Are people really friends with this asshole? Does Paige actually kiss hie kisses, but she’s pretty, and he’s so…
"Yep, sandwich dude In the flesh" I shake his hand and regret every second of this conversation I regret itin on our hands I’uy I told her she was better than I look like such a jerk
I pullready to go; you about done?"
Casey’s being obstinate on purpose, chewing slower, taking his tis like salt and pepper to the last few bites of his dinner He’s doing itto bully hi it out on me I kick his foot out, and his sandwich falls from his lap He catches it, but barely before it hits the floor
"What the fuck?" he yells, breadcru from his stuffed ht I want to get this going and get hos We’re not getting out of here until two in theup all night My shift begins at seven
Casey wads up his food wrapper and tosses it in an eet this shit started then," he says, pulling the headphones fros until that devilish smile spreads over his face slowly He’s always loved --ot really obsessed with it I actually love watching him work I help sometimes, when he needs to borrow my computer He doesn’t really needme for it I really don’t do much, but I need the money, so I take it
His blend of pop and techno starts to take over the joint, and eventually, my pool buddies are the last of the afternoon and early evening crowd to leave, the rest of the bar filled with college kids looking to hook up and let off steaets to me that I miss out on this stuff But I can’t leave ht And really, what airls start to grind with one another--practicallyout while they dance in the center of the floor, the spotlights helping to accent the right see-through places on their shirts Yeah…this is what I’ out on