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“Icould get an earring. You’d look fucking ridiculous with an earring.”
“You’d look like a porn star out of the eighties if you had an earring.”
“If that’s true, why are all the ladies flocking to me?”
He didn’t get a chance to answer because Slider stumbled over, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Man, how are you doing it?” he slurred. “Every fucking chick in this place is eyeing you.”
I glanced around uncomfortably. “Not sure that’s true.”
“Seriously, it’s because you’re a mechanic,” he sighed, shaking his head. The booze was really hitting him hard.
“It’s not because I’m a mechanic.”
“Yeah, it is,” he said glumly. “Look at you, man. A beautiful specimen. Tall, handsome…you’ve got those bright blue eyes that any sane man would kill to have.Andyou’re a fucking mechanic!”
“It’s not because I’m a mechanic,” I repeated.
“It completely is. Look at me, and then look at you. How can I compete?”
I looked at Bowie funny. What the hell was he talking about? Slider was easily a good-looking, dangerous guy. With that bald head and the beard he was sporting, it only added to the dangerous look he already had going with all the tattoos. Chicks loved that shit.
“Slider, I think you’re forgetting that women love a man in uniform.”
“But I don’t have a uniform anymore,” he slurred. “Nope, just a gun at my hip and…” He frowned, looking around before back at me. “Hey! It’s the mechanic!”
“Hey, I think you’ve had enough, buddy,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder, inadvertently pushing him down on the stool. He was so drunk that he sort of just collapsed there.
“Never enough. I can’t forget…”
“Forget what?”
He squeezed his eyes closed, then opened his eyes and grinned at me. “Hey! It’s the mechanic!”
“Fuck, how long is this going to go on?” Bowie muttered beside me.
“I think it’s time to call in reinforcements.”
“Ya think?” Bowie snorted.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Cash’s number. “Duke.”
“Yeah, I’ve got one of your guys down at the bar—”
“Hey, boss!” he shouted. “I’m here with the mechanic!”
I winced when he yelled in my ear. “So, Slider’s here.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’ll send someone to pick him up.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him until then.”
“Thanks.”
I hung up just as Slider grabbed me by the arm and intertwined his with mine. He rested his head on my shoulder, sighing heavily. “You know, I always wanted to be a chef. Maybe if I was a chef, I’d get more women.”
“Could be,” I nodded, not knowing what else to say.
“Fox has a woman,” he muttered. “He’s a psychopath and he gets laid more than I do.”
