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What the f**k?
A burly bear shifter slammed his beer bottle on the table and snarled. As a regular old human, I only knew he was a bear from his drunken ramblings. The bottle shattered, sending the last drink and glass shards flying. I kept my head down, not wanting to catch the male's attention. Collecting half drunk bottles of beer wouldn't be the worst part of my night.
I glanced at the door leading to the private area. The owner of the building had gone through it to start the blindfolded dating event for shifters, but he'd come back too soon. Then he'd announced the event was cancelled for tonight and sent everyone home. My coworkers huddled behind the bar, gossiping about the sudden change. I hated people… or shifters in my personal space. It was normal for another bartender to
