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“Then you better call Thomas for more cash because I need to switch these twenties and fifties to hundreds Get the ice buckets first I’ll find Thomas,” I told her and flipped up the trap door to step behind the bar “Go”

She nodded but kept a frown on her face as she walked away, another thing I didn’t give a fuck about The same way I pocketed all the tips from every beer and every shot and cocktail I poured while she took her sweet- ass ti me buckets of ice

“Ice and buckets,” she snarled when she returned

“Thanks” I flashed a wide s to ht want to work on that”

I shoved the credit card slips to be signed in my apron pocket, stuck the bottles in ice and hauled the buckets over to the party

“So day tomorrow?”

The group was drunk as fuck but friendly, clapping loudly and grabbing the buckets before they were even set down

“Where are the flutes?” The woman in the bride sash whined

“I only got two hands, sweetheart I’ll be back with them in a sec”

“Perfect,” she suy in the Groom bib “Thank you”

“Cha party” Tho dapper and handsolassware and a smile The ladies swooned, and theto be overshadowed by a silver fox

“Thanks, Thoet them”

“I know, but it seems you’ve pissed off Samantha”

“Fuck Saive e out my tips”

“Don’t cause trouble, Mo Please”