The bar was full of energy, with the band playing on stage. It was a local band, big in the area. The outdoor venue was full, and there was more outside the bar wanting in.
“Hawk, what should we do about the crowd outside?” Buffalo, my cousin, asked me.
“Turn them away,” I told him. “We are at capacity, and I don’t want the fire marshal stepping in and shutting us down, especially when we worked so hard to get everything ready.”
“No ticket, no entrance,” he said, smiling, walking back to the front door. We sold tickets months in advance, and we sold out two hundred and fifty tickets in two days, selling out in a week. I checked both bars, the one inside, and the other out back, to make sure both were running smoothly. The prospects were working as bar backs, getting liquor, cleaning the
