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He can fuck someone up, though.
“What’s up?” he says, eyeing the man standing in front of the bar.
“He’s trying to come back here,” I say. “Get him and his friend out of here.”
“What?” the man shouts, his face turning red. “I just–”
“You heard her,” Milo says, waving his arm toward the door. “Get out.”
“This is fucking bullshit,” the man scoffs. “You’ve been waiting on everyone else but us.”
“For good reason, too, apparently,” I say as I fold my arms over my chest. “You’re a fucking prick. Get the fuck away from my bar.”
“You fucking bitch!”
“Yeah, I know. Been called a lot worse. Get out.” Milo covers his laugh with a cough, and I shoot him a wink.
“I want a beer!” the man shouts, drawing my attention.
“Get it somewhere else.” I rest my hands on the bar and lean forward. “Get out before I have Milo throw you out. And trust me, you don’t want that.” The man’s eyes bulge as he glares at me, the veins in his neck popping. I grin at him, knowing I’ve won.
“You’re gonna get yours, bitch,” he snarls.
“Sure am,” I agree.
He stumbles back a step and his friend grabs him. I tilt my head to the side and watch as one drunkard tries to converse with the other. Milo and I exchange a look, then turn our attention back to the men. A third stumbles from the hallway, looking more drunk than the mouthy one.
The mostly-sober one quickly catches him up, and the three of them make their way out. Once they’re gone, I let out a long breath and glance at Milo, giving him an appreciative smile.
“Thanks, man,” I say. “I hate guys like that.”
“Me too,” he snorts. A few men start shouting by the pool tables in the back and he swears under his breath. “You good?” He doesn’t look at me as he asks it, instead keeping his attention on the crowd.
“All good,” I say. He barely lets me get the words out before he starts pushing his way through the crowd.
“Get back!” he shouts, shoving people away from him. I wait for it to die down before returning to the floor.
It was the wrong night to wear a skirt. The drunker they get, the bolder they get, and the higher their hands get. I want to fucking slice them off their bodies, but I keep a smile on my face. If I don’t, I won’t get tips and all this will be for nothing.
But when Spencer gets back, we’re having a serious talk about this. Everyone knows not to touch Nessa or Arden, since they belong to him. But I’m fair game.
By two, the bar is rowdier and everyone is demanding more drinks. Bar close is at three, so I only need to survive until then. As I round the bar, my eyes lock with Kiwi’s and I groan.
“What are you doing here?” I move past him as I grab liquor bottles off the shelf and begin pouring them into glasses.
“Came to take you home,” he says. I glance at him, finding him resting his forearms on the bar. He’s watching me carefully, his face uncharacteristically humorless.
“I don’t leave until four,” I say.
“Kenny, baby, we need another round!” someone shouts, and I take a deep breath to calm myself. Kiwi’s jaw tenses and his hands tighten into shaky fists.
“Got you!” I call back and slide the bottle back onto the shelf, then grab a few bottles of beer. Piling them all on the tray, I sigh when I look back at Kiwi.
“Why do you work here?” he asks.
“I don’t have time for this,” I huff. “I can take the bus home. You don’t need to stay here.”
“Kenny!”
