I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that, and my frown thinned as the man she was with smirked haughtily. He looked like a jerk that knew just how pretty he was, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for that woman. Pretty men were shitty in bed, supposedly; that was one thing constantly ringing in my ears when women came in a second night in a row.
“It’s surprisingly busy here tonight.” Strolling up to the bar, Craig hopped on a stool to face the room, and I only grunted absently in agreement. This particular bar rarely received more than a few bar-hoppers, but almost every seat was taken. “How’re you doing, Ryan? I don’t get why you’re a bartender when you hate most people.”
“I’m fine.” Grumbling as I grabbed another beer from the refrigerator, I popped the cap expertly to set it in front o
