Paid For
The crowd was large at On Call, the local bar known mostly for catering to the likes of police officers, firefighters, and emergency responders. The tables were filled, the liquor flowing as people waited eagerly for the show to begin, a temporary stage having taken up a sizable portion of the space, cramming people together. Brody Sweets wove his way through the crowded ranks, looking for his friends, having been invited along to the little shindig; which was being thrown for a good cause, all the proceeds going to support the Vest-A-Dog Foundation.
He stopped by a table full of ladies, nurses he recognized from the emergency room, having more than his fair share of runs there as an EMT going on five years.
“Looking for your friends?” Gretchen Anders inquired, a petite redhead
