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Besides, he couldn’t leave them. His hostsneededhim.
PGD was pure chaos.
Bash hauled a keg into the backroom for the customers that liked beer. They were few and far between, but Arden insisted that everything people could want or need be stocked in the bar. Bash didn't really see the point, but it wasn't his place and he wasn't going to ask questions. This was the first decent work he'd found in months and he couldn't afford to lose his temper and screw it up like he had in the last few places he’d worked.
He sat the keg down and wiped his arm over his face. Sweat rolled down his skin and he grunted as he picked up a towel and wiped his forehead. He was about to leave when the door was ripped open and Arden glared at him.
"What's taking you so long? We have customers coming any minute and the bar still needs to be completely wiped down."
Bash stared at the man and almost scoffed. He was moving as fast as he could. Bash took in the crazed look in his eyes and let it go. He bit his lip until it burned and shook his head.
"Kegs are put away," he grunted as he brushed past Arden, hard muscle rubbing against his arm on the way out. "Need a shower."
Arden's hand wrapped around his arm. "Wipe the bar down first and then you can go take a shower."
Bash's green eyes burned and he growled low in his throat. He didn't enjoy being touched, especially not by this man with the amber eyes and lips turned down in a permanent frown. His bear wanted to strike out, but he gritted his teeth and kept the beast at bay.
"Fine," he said sharply as he tugged his arm away from Arden's grasp. "But I don't like to be touched."
"Fine," Arden retorted. "Just get moving before the guests arrive. We're swamped as it is and you need to be on security detail tonight."
Bash nodded once and turned on his heels. He'd noticed that everyone around PGD either respected or feared Arden, but the big dragon boss had a different reaction to him. For some reason, Bash's bear wanted to challenge Arden. The man was headstrong, had a temper, and he was undeniably attractive. Maybe that's why Bash couldn't help but to stare at him and want to fight him whenever he used that authoritative tone of voice.
Although, in his head that fighting turned to fucking. Both of them shoving each other down, battling for dominance. He could see them wild and unleashed as they went at each other. Every new image that filled his mind made his cock grow harder.
He shook all thoughts of Arden out of his head and grabbed a clean towel before he started cleaning the bar. When he glanced up, a man with pink and blue wings was standing in front of the bar, clutching it gently, as he stared at Bash.
"You need something?" Bash asked.
He fidgeted more. "Um, can I get a drink?" he all but whispered. "S-something strong."
Bash raised a brow. "Like what?"
The man stood on the tips of his toes as he stared at the bottles on the back wall. Bash's eyes took in the way his feathers rippled and his wings shifted. They were the real thing. He'd seen nephilims before when he was locked away and waiting to be sold, but he'd never been so close to one. He had to stop himself from reaching out and touching one of those silky-looking feathers.What happened to not wanting to be touched?That thought went right out the window when he envisioned the angel stroking his skin with his delicate fingertips.
"Vodka?" the man nephilim mumbled quietly. "With some kind of juice? I just," he closed his eyes and took in a slow, shaky breath, "I need some liquid courage before the customers come in."
When he opened his eyes again, the most startling shade of pink accosted Bash. He swallowed thickly. Bash nodded and grabbed a bottle of premium vodka and poured it into a shot glass. He poured some cranberry juice on top of it and passed it over to the man. The Nephilim thanked him quietly, threw the shot back, and rubbed his chest.
"Strong, but can I have one more?"
Bash almost chuckled. "Are you sure? You're pretty small. You'll end up on the ground."
Micha shook his head. "I-I can take a lot of alcohol. Trust me." He took the next offered shot and slammed it down before he nodded. "One more."
"Are you supposed to be drinking um...I don't know your name."
"Micha," he said. "Not really, but don't tell Arden, okay? I'll get in trouble." He took the last glass in his hand and sighed. "And I need to have one good night," he whispered.
Bash watched as he swallowed down the last shot and pushed the glass toward him. Micha's pale cheeks had taken on a tinge of pink and he fanned himself briefly. When he glanced up at Bash through his long, delicate lashes and smiled, the bear shifter felt his heart skip a beat.
"Are you drinking?" Arden growled.
Micha jumped and squeaked. "Um, I was uh-" He looked up at Bash with huge eyes as if looking for help.
"He was asking me a question," Bash said as he took the shot glass and began cleaning it. "I had a shot to calm my nerves."
"Nerves?" Arden asked, staring at him intently. "What are you nervous about?"
