Page 151 of Hostile Fates


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As soon as I said ‘bar,’ all sets of eyes followed my finger, like a fish chasing a hook with bait.

I even teased, pointing at some of the walls, “Huge TVs everywhere,” giggling as the eyes followed. “Hmm, am I forgetting anything?”

Growls rumbled, making me laugh. “Okay! Okay!” I walked to the far end of the room. “Over here is where there should be an epic bar!”

Cheers broke out!

Still laughing, I yelled, “On shelves as far as the drunk eyes can see, bottles of every alcohol!”

The pace erupted! “Yeah!”

I yelled, “Kegs! Frosted mugs!

“Yeah!”

“And a leathered barstool for every man in The Barn!”

“Yeah!—Wait. What?” They all started looking at each other.

I had to sell the big room’s new name. “Fuck yeah. Stallions! Horses!” I crinkled my nose and growled, “The Barn for all you crazy animals!”

Hysterically laughing, men cheered and high-fived each other, loving how I called them out.

“What else can you find in barns?”

“Horses?” eagerly answered a Stallion.

Smack! Went the back of his head as another explained, “She already said horses.”

“Chickens?”

The hand lifted again, “There ain’t no chickens in our barn—”

Before egos collided, I piped in, “Bunnies!”

Upper lips curled.

I held up a finger. “You guys are going to like this one. Ever heard of fucking like rabbits?” Chuckles were a good sign. “Me too, so I figured, instead of club girls—or some questionable descriptions I’ve heard—what if we call them—”

Men hungerly growled, “Bunnies.”

I curtseyed. “Exactly.”

Now for my surprise! I walked behind an old chair that smelled peculiar and would soon be in the burn hole. “But something is missing.”

“Er?” Men went quiet.

A hip out, I tapped my lips, saying, “Sad but true. Hmm…” Then I faked excitement. “Wait a minute. In the mix of all the bottles on the shelves,” I bent down and grabbed a big and awkward item that was covered in a blanket, that I had hidden, then dragged it to the wall that would be behind the bar, “we need,” I removed the cover from my gift to them all, “this.”

Grunting due to its weight, I held it to the wall, looking over my shoulder to see if they liked it.

Lynx rushed forward to help me hold it up, amazed. “Babe, how did you make this happen?”

Proudly, I said, “I sold my gold.”

Legend grumbled, “Precious is fucking precious.”

My handsome VP blinked. “W-What? W-When?”

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