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The beer flowed like wine at a Greek orgy We’d already been through six bottles of Velvet Fire, and gaht flinging drinks at Lucky Lopez, my feet hurt, , welco waitress today
But, as the strippers at Lucky Lopez told irls shook their ass, clahs, and made that pole their bitch whether they were sick, injured, or heartbroken It was about the aly I could h my shift
Thankfully, the Fightin’ Irish t-shirt I’d altered by cutting it up and tying it at the waist went a long way tome feel better Okay, it was the tips the shirt earned me thatsince the results were the same Better service meant better tips, which made it the perfect endless loop of rewards for all involved Too bad not even money could stop the yawns that nearly split my face open
Coffee I needed coffee, and I needed it now
Right Fucking Now
I stopped in the kitchen to drop another order and grab a quick cup of black coffee It wasn’t normally my jam, I preferred my coffee sweet and creamy, but I was desperate and short on time
“What the fuck?” I took a sip fro and felt my stomach lurch Hard Weird I drank coffee at least twice a day, and I’d never had a bad reaction First tiuess I drank asand rinsed myin their face while they were thousands of dollars down on the game
“Order up, Mo!” The chef, Sean, glared at ood measure “Goddammit, Mo I said order up”
Sean was a temperamental asshole, but he made upscale pub food better than anyone else in town His food helped my tips, and that was the only reason I hadn’t poisoned the flask he kept in the pocket of his white jacket
“Yeah, I heard you I’reasy bar food when it’s lukewarm”
“Fuck you, reasy Or bar food” His reddish-blond brows dipped into an angry vee that made me smile
I grabbed an oversized tray and made my way to the“Nachos,” I snorted
“Short rib nachos with a horowled
“Chili cheese fries” I repeated the order as I loaded another plate onto the big monstrous tray
“That’s fucking ground bison, not sorunted at irl”
I laughed because it was so easy to goad Sean into showing off his Irish temper “My bad,” I shot back and rolled my eyes “And finally, mashed potatoes with…soup?”