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“Puh,” he replied.
“Please don’t make him leave,” Otis begged. “He treats the customers like shit, but it gets hectic up here in the mornings. I’ve been meaning to ask Tito for help for months.”
Tex indicated Otis with a stainless steel, steaming pitcher, and a slosh of milk escaped the side. “See?”
“I don’t care he’s loud and rude,” a customer piped up. He was loitering in the corner cradling a paper cup in both of his hands like it was something precious. “Hire him. I’ve never tasted anything like this coffee. I actually think I’m dead, and I don’t care, because this is heaven.”
Luna came up to my side. “What’s going on? Oh…hey, Tex.”
“Yo, woman,” Tex replied, then blasted steam into the pitcher.
She looked to me, apparently unsurprised Tex was spending his vacation working at the coffee cubby at The Surf Club. “You okay after last night?”
“What happened last night?” Otis asked.
“Reunion with my estranged father,” I told him.
“Damn, you okay?” Otis inquired.
“Doesn’t she look okay?” Tex demanded. “She’s an Avenging Angel. It’ll take a lot more than shouting at someone in a fancy-ass restaurant to bring her down.”
Boy, the RCHB really did share the goss.
“Tex, loose lips,” Luna warned.
Otis looked confused.
“Right,” Tex mumbled (but it was still loud). What was definitely loud was when he handed off a paper cup to a waiting customer without sparing them a glance and boomed, “Next!”
Luna tugged me back to the main area.
When we got there, she repeated, “You okay?”
I nodded. “Processing through some stuff. But yeah. I’m okay.”
“We can get into it before we go to The Slide tonight,” she replied.
Oh yeah.
Right.
We were going to The Slide that night.
“Listen, sister,” she began. “After you kicked ass and took names with that Jinx biz, I think you got this shit down, and we should ask Jessie and Harlow to come with us.”
I considered this.
While I was doing it, she said, “It’s better cover. The two of us might look like we’re casing the place. The four of us makes it a party.”
She was right.
Still.
“They work until seven, and we need time to give them the lowdown then figure out some way to perform a blood pact so they don’t blab to anybody upon threat of voodoo magic claiming their firstborn.”
“Yeah. We’ll think on it.”
“Agreed.”
