back to the bar to make sure I didn’t fall off my stool.
Once that smelly guy was gone, I turned back toward the stage, and for the most part, things seemed to have gone back to normal. Some gangly-limbed, middle-aged women were dancing to the music, trying to pull their balding counterparts up with them. It looked like the Peanuts Christmas special out there.
Where the hell did Cam go? I needed to chill out, he owned the place. There was no job description, even if he’d hired five people to do something, he still had to make sure it got done. And I didn’t own him.
I’d gone to high school with Shauna, one of the bartenders, so she usually took care of me when Cam wasn’t around. We hadn’t been super close before, but I felt comfortable enough asking her what was going on when I was totally oblivious.
Tonight, she was slammed, and I had a hard time getting her attention. Because gossiping with me was just as important as her doing her job, of course. Shauna must have felt my eyes following her, and she held her finger up to acknowledge me. I nodded, still watching her. Another bartender whispered something in her ear, making her eyes grow huge. She looked over at me and her mouth dropped.
A couple minutes later, the crowd thinned around the bar and she brought me another shot.
“So you heard, I take it.” I didn’t pick up the shot glass right away, but I twisted in my fingers, objects around it grew larger and smaller. Whoa. That shit needed to stop. I moved away from the shot glass.
“Yeah.” Shauna looked disgusted. “But how did you?”
Why was she talking in riddles? I probably shouldn’t drink this. Shit already wasn’t making sense.
“I was there. I did it.” I leaned forward on my elbows, my drunken equilibrium sent me a little too far forward. Time to be proud of my whoredom.
“What?” she said, scrunching her face up in confusion. “I think we’re not talking about the same thing.”
Oh, thank God. But then what was going on? “What are you talking about?”
“Cam’s wife is here.”
What. The. Fuck?
I downed that shot of tequila like it was holy water. God help me.
O ozing off the bar stool, I got knocked back and forth like a human pinball trying to make my way through the crowd and back to Cam’s office.
The tiny little voice that represented Sober, Reasonable Me insisted that I needed to calm the fuck down, that there had to be a reasonable explanation for Ashley showing up here. But Drunken Idiot Me had no time for any of that rational shit.
Why would he do this to me? Talk about screwing me in public. What the hell was she doing here?
“Daisy! Daisy.” Shauna chased after me. I’d crossed the kitchen and headed down the hallway that ended at Cam’s office door. I stopped and let her catch up. “Are you sure you want to do this?
“No! I don’t. But what am I going to do, just sit out there and let them rekindle their relationship?” I lowered my voice to a stage whisper, my “s” were all sloshed and lipsy. I wasn’t sure any of the cooks were paying attention to us, we probably just looked like run of the mill girl drama. “We just had sex in that office!”
Shauna raised her eyebrows, then looked down the hallway at the closed door and smiled. “Yeah, I heard.”
What if Cam and his awful wife were doing the very same thing behind the closed door?
“I think I’m going to get sick.” That feverish feeling overwhelmed my body as I clapped my hand over my mouth, and ran out the side door. The hot garbage smell helped everything evacuate my body.
Shauna had disappeared by the time I was done, and I didn’t blame her one bit. There are things no one needs to see. She came back with a glass of water. “Are you going to be all right?” She frowned at me. I must have looked like a hot mess.
I nodded, sipping the water.
“I have to go back to the bar. Lisa will kill me if I leave her alone any longer.” Shauna put her hand on my shoulder. “Go
Once that smelly guy was gone, I turned back toward the stage, and for the most part, things seemed to have gone back to normal. Some gangly-limbed, middle-aged women were dancing to the music, trying to pull their balding counterparts up with them. It looked like the Peanuts Christmas special out there.
Where the hell did Cam go? I needed to chill out, he owned the place. There was no job description, even if he’d hired five people to do something, he still had to make sure it got done. And I didn’t own him.
I’d gone to high school with Shauna, one of the bartenders, so she usually took care of me when Cam wasn’t around. We hadn’t been super close before, but I felt comfortable enough asking her what was going on when I was totally oblivious.
Tonight, she was slammed, and I had a hard time getting her attention. Because gossiping with me was just as important as her doing her job, of course. Shauna must have felt my eyes following her, and she held her finger up to acknowledge me. I nodded, still watching her. Another bartender whispered something in her ear, making her eyes grow huge. She looked over at me and her mouth dropped.
A couple minutes later, the crowd thinned around the bar and she brought me another shot.
“So you heard, I take it.” I didn’t pick up the shot glass right away, but I twisted in my fingers, objects around it grew larger and smaller. Whoa. That shit needed to stop. I moved away from the shot glass.
“Yeah.” Shauna looked disgusted. “But how did you?”
Why was she talking in riddles? I probably shouldn’t drink this. Shit already wasn’t making sense.
“I was there. I did it.” I leaned forward on my elbows, my drunken equilibrium sent me a little too far forward. Time to be proud of my whoredom.
“What?” she said, scrunching her face up in confusion. “I think we’re not talking about the same thing.”
Oh, thank God. But then what was going on? “What are you talking about?”
“Cam’s wife is here.”
What. The. Fuck?
I downed that shot of tequila like it was holy water. God help me.
O ozing off the bar stool, I got knocked back and forth like a human pinball trying to make my way through the crowd and back to Cam’s office.
The tiny little voice that represented Sober, Reasonable Me insisted that I needed to calm the fuck down, that there had to be a reasonable explanation for Ashley showing up here. But Drunken Idiot Me had no time for any of that rational shit.
Why would he do this to me? Talk about screwing me in public. What the hell was she doing here?
“Daisy! Daisy.” Shauna chased after me. I’d crossed the kitchen and headed down the hallway that ended at Cam’s office door. I stopped and let her catch up. “Are you sure you want to do this?
“No! I don’t. But what am I going to do, just sit out there and let them rekindle their relationship?” I lowered my voice to a stage whisper, my “s” were all sloshed and lipsy. I wasn’t sure any of the cooks were paying attention to us, we probably just looked like run of the mill girl drama. “We just had sex in that office!”
Shauna raised her eyebrows, then looked down the hallway at the closed door and smiled. “Yeah, I heard.”
What if Cam and his awful wife were doing the very same thing behind the closed door?
“I think I’m going to get sick.” That feverish feeling overwhelmed my body as I clapped my hand over my mouth, and ran out the side door. The hot garbage smell helped everything evacuate my body.
Shauna had disappeared by the time I was done, and I didn’t blame her one bit. There are things no one needs to see. She came back with a glass of water. “Are you going to be all right?” She frowned at me. I must have looked like a hot mess.
I nodded, sipping the water.
“I have to go back to the bar. Lisa will kill me if I leave her alone any longer.” Shauna put her hand on my shoulder. “Go
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