Briar
“I can’t believe it’s packed before eight o’clock,” I exhaled, returning empty bottles to the counter.
“On a Thursday night, too. Are you sure you can’t work tomorrow, Briar?” Iris asked.
“I wish I could. I can’t imagine giving up those Friday night tips, but I have to set up the store. I think it’ll take my business to the next level.”
“Oh, honey, I’m proud of you. It’s just hard to find anyone to deal with bastards who come in here.”
“Hey, they’re paying bastards, so they can’t be that bad.”
Iris grumbled. “Don’t know about that. Hey, put down that chair!”
“Where’s the bouncer?” I looked around the sea of people.
I noticed a man in an army green jacket, black pants with a Colgate smile, sleek back hair, making his way towards me. Heat rushed to my cheeks.
Pretend like you
