“What can I do for you, Mr. President?” She was all smiles and sweetness, as if neither he nor Tuck knew she’d do anything they asked, even them both at the same time, for a couple drinks or a dime bag of whatever was handy.
“Bring me a Budweiser, will you?” Tuck never glanced at her as she stuck out her lip in a pout and went to get his drink. As she walked away, Sadist noticed how she looked vaguely like Beth. Not in an obvious way, maybe it was the wave of her hair or the swing of her hips as she walked, but something about her reminded him of the girl he wanted to be with. Or maybe it was just the alcohol and his desire that she be Beth. Who knew? Tipping his glass up again, he noticed it was almost empty, so he drained it before adding more Jack.
His plan for tonight was to finish t
