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This is literally every horror movie plot
(Liam)
Big Bub gestured toward a table in the corner and while the woman sat down, he lumbered over to the bar.
Naisha narrowed her eyes and asked, “Who’s that?”
“Some lady. Found her outside. Gonna give her a ride. Two beers.” He hitched his trucker hat back on his head and scratched his stomach.
The woman looked around the pub like she was lost.
I said, “Ye trafficking, Big Bub? Where’d ye find the lassie?”
Naisha popped the top off two beers. “She looks like a wine drinker, did you ask her before you bought her a beer? You have to pay for these.”
Big Bub said, “I didn’t ask. She’ll be happy with what she gets.”
I said, “I daena ken, Big Bub, your usual date is a sex mannequin — ye just found this nice lady outside? Ye think ye found her, ye get tae keep her?” I took another gulp of my lager.
Big Bub said, “Fuck you.”
“Yeah, fuck you too. Daena forget tae tip.”
I asked Naisha, as I watched him wander back to the table, “How come Garth Brooks is on again, did Jimmy get tae the jukebox? I told ye tae tell him it was broken, he—”
Naisha, ignoring me, pointed at Big Bub, “Look Liam, that is not right. Look at him, his ass is hanging out of the back of his jeans.”
I exhaled. “For fuck’s sake, I just wanted tae close out the bar, and send everyone home, now I got tae look over there and see Big Bub’s arse squeezing out of the back of that chair? Now I got tae clean it?”
“Plus the kidnapping of the heiress.”
“Who — the heiress, the lady?”
“Yeah, look at her, she’s rich. Her boots are a thousand bucks, I saw them in Vogue—”
I teased, “You read Vogue, Naisha?”
“Hell yeah, just because I wear shit clothes to work — I like to dress up when I go out, but that is unimportant, Liam, she’s beautiful under that sheen of dirt. She’s gone through some ordeal and now she’s here with Big Bub. You know as well as I do there ain’t a reason in the world for any woman to be here with Big Bub. You’re about to have this whole pub on a Netflix special. I’ve seen the posts about trafficking on Facebook, it’s everywhere. How you going to let this go? It’s a sex trafficking ring right in your bar. And I can’t go over there, he’s too mean.”
“Jesus Christ, I been here five minutes, haven’t even finished m’beer, and already there’s a kidnapping and sex trafficking in the pub I became owner of today against my best judgement. Fuck.”
I watched their table again.
The woman looked distressed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I popped the top on another beer and headed over.
I placed the beer in front of her. “M’name is Liam Campbell, and you are...?”
She said, “Blakely,” and we shook hands.
“And how d’ye ken Big Bub? I never heard him mention you?”
She said, “I don’t, we just met in the parking lot. He offered to give me a ride to a hotel.”
I glared at Big Bub. “Och, he offered tae give ye a ride tae a hotel, did he? Did he tell ye he is court-ordered nae tae drive? Did he tell ye he has had too much tae drink a’ready?”
Her eyes went wide.
