The redhead rolled her eyes. “Just my friggin’ luck. You’realltaken.”
“What’s your name?” Konrad asked.Not that I care a whole lot.
“I’m Chastity. Yeah, I know. Don’t start.”
“Don’t start what?” Roz tipped her head and looked genuinely puzzled.
Nice acting, sweetheart I know you didn’t miss that joke. Maybe if this gig doesn’t do it for us, we can try out for some plays.
Chastity waved her away and faced the opposite direction.
A short, chubby guy whose hair looked prematurely gray shuffled in from the back room. He carried an armload of paper and folders.
“Good evening, everyone.” Strolling behind the bar, he continued his introduction in a monotone voice. “My name is John Kelly. Welcome to Kelly’s Bar.”
“I thought this was Mass Bartending School,” Chastity said.
“It is. But when I’m instructing, we call it Kelly’s Bar. When my partner Ron’s instructing, we call it Ron’s bar.”
Konrad folded his arms. “Ron and John, huh? Don’t you have surf shop?”
“Uh…no,” he said, sounding bored. Maybe he’d heard that one before.
“Why does Ron use his first name and you use your last?” Glenn asked.
“Because Ron’s last name is Dick. He thinks Dick’s Bar sounds a little like a gay bar.”
Glenn elbowed his partner. “That’s what we can name our place.”
The other students chuckled.
“Well, let’s get started.” John passed out the folders first, then each student received a few papers stapled together.
Konrad glanced at the pages of recipes.
John leaned against the bar. “This is what we’re going to make tonight, but first I’ll talk about the different glasses we’ll use.” He lined up a few glasses of various shapes and sizes.
***
Two other guys had joined the class by the time the students started hands-on training. Chastity was happy to learn they weren’t together, and Roz noted the one who introduced himself as Bubba seemed just the type that little miss total-body tattoo would go for.
“Okay, so you’re about to learn how to pour a shot without measuring,” John said. “Pick a highball glass and one of the bottles with a spout.”
Everyone grabbed a bottle of colored water. Roz realized their class would cost a whole lot more than $350.00 if they poured real liquor, but couldn’t help being disappointed anyway.Imagine how fast the three-hour class would fly by if we got to drink our mistakes.
Konrad chuckled.
You must be reading my mind again.
“Yeah, and I was just thinking the same thing.”
“You saw me demonstrate a standard pour a moment ago,” John said. “Now I want you all to try it. We’ll measure afterward to see how close you’ve come.”
“This guy reminds me of Ben Stein when he talks,” Chastity whispered to the guy beside her.
“I’m surprised she knows who that is,” Roz whispered.
“It’s probably from commercials. She’s not old enough to remember his movies and TV show.”
