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His two friends didn't seem to be faring much better.
The boy who spoke first looked to be the youngest out of the three. The other two looked like they could possibly be of age to get into a bar, but the second one looked barely eighteen. He had black hair that fell in loose curls that were long enough to tickle the bottom of his ears. Mykie noticed that he brushed it out of his face every time the wind blew. He was dressed more casually than his friend, in a long-sleeve red shirt and blue jeans. He looked like a clean-cut boy that didn't do much wrong in his life, but something told Mykie that he was mischievous, no matter how innocent he might have appeared.
An uncomfortable or nervous troublemaker was never good in Mykie’s opinion.
"This is a waste of time," the third boy grumbled. "He's going to ruin the entire night when he wets his pants the first time he sees a Cantil."
While the other two were shaven and baby-faced, the last of their group had some scruff on his face. It added his overall tough-guy look. He was dark from his midnight black hair to his black clothing. Frankly, the darkness around him made him even more enticing. He had a chiseled jawline and dark eyes that could make any girl's panties drop.
He also seemed to know how to hold himself on that side of town as his eyes flickered around every now and then, looking out for danger. While Pearl's wasn't in abadarea of town, it was just on the edge of the "wrong" side where most of the illegal and dangerous stories came from. The third boy either was from this side of town or believed every story that broadcasted on the news about the side beyond State Street. However, the model-like looks the boy had made Mykie lean towards the latter.
"You're so mean! You’re the one who convinced me to get a fake ID," the second boy snapped. “Why’d we have to come tothisbar anyway? Isn’t this just a sure-fire way to get killed?”
Mykie patted herself on the back mentally. She might not be as good as Dexter, but she seemed to have read him right.
"Yeah, go ahead and scream that to the world, Cor. That'sreallygoing to get you in now," the third boy hissed. “This is the only bar we know of that won’t check your ID too closely.”
"Shut it you two," the blondsnapped. "The line's moving."
Mykie checked her watch, noting that she was definitely late and anyone behind the bar was already going to kill her. What's a few minutes more going to do?
Mykie stepped closer to the line and the group of boys, leaning in. "How badly do you want to get in?"
All three of the boys looked at her like she was crazy. Technically, she was a little crazy for getting involved in a conversation that didn't concern her.
"Pretty bad," the younger boy, Cor, confessed.
Both of his friends groaned and the blond hit Cor upside the head.
"What?" he whined. "She asked!"
"Tell the guy at the door that ‘Mykie’ sent you and he'll let you in. No questions asked," Mykie murmured before stepping out of the line again.
She didn't stick around a minute longer, already halfway down the sidewalk before any of them realized what she was implying. She rounded the corner of the building and went down the hill towards the door leading to the Snake Pit, making sure no one followed her. Even if someone did, no one walked in and out the same, unless they were a Cantil.
The basement was where Chance’s office was and where another large room was where some of the Cantil liked to hang out when they were dealing with more… sensitive information. The room was dimly lit like always but was lacking any of the people she was going to converse with before she got behind the bar. She did take a few minutes to step into her father's office to grab one of his laptops she could use. In between drinks and on breaks, she could get started on the job her father asked her to do. She left the files at her apartment, but she could at least set up a template and send it to her computer at home to work on later this weekend.
Mykie sat down behind her father's desk as she attempted to sort through things and find a laptop, but the door slammed open, making her jump.
"What are you doing in here?" Adam barked. He was a burly man that was double the weight that Mykie was and a few heads taller, too. Adam purposely shaved his head over six months ago to make himself look more intimidating, but Chance had a theory that the real reason was that he was starting to bald and didn’t want anyone to notice.
He was watching her sternly, which drew Mykie's eyes to the scar on his right cheek, just barely missing his eye and could have blinded him if he wasn't such a good fighter—or so he said whenever he told the story.
"Chance gave me a job. You had someone deliver it to me, remember?" Mykie asked, knowing that Adam didn't forget and wanted to put her on edge on purpose. Sometimes she wondered if it was a personal vendetta against her. The only one that he wasn't atotalasshole to was his oldest daughter, who was a fellow Cantil.
"Yes, and I'm sure you've had time to read through all the files by now?" He crossed his arms.
"Not througheverything," Mykie answered, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. How would she be able to read through the files when it was only delivered an hour prior?
She found a laptop from under a pile of papers and pulled it out.
"Why? We spent a long time gathering that information, and you've decided you're going to just throw in aside?" he questioned icily, giving Mykie a judgmental look.
"It's not that.Youare the one who asked me to come in tonight to work the bar. Between the time you handed the papers to Noah and now, when was I supposed to do anything with them?" Mykie snapped, finally standing up. She could only take so much, and she wouldn't allow Adam to make it out to be like she couldn't do a job properly.
"If that's what you think is best, then fine. It's your job, after all," Adam sneered. "Better get upstairs and behind the bar, though. It's a busy night."
Mykie rolled her eyes but agreed, stepping out from behind the desk and walking towards the doorway. She paused beside Adam, not looking at him but spoke in a low voice. "I wouldn't talk to me like that. Chance would be unhappy if he knew how you treated me. Especially knowing that you were willing to walk into his office and private domain."
