ValerieValerie saw all of this. She also saw the way his eyes skimmed the room like a predator, looking for any potential exits and any potential fights, since the guy looked like he was in a really bad mood. Valerie knew who this guy was at first glance, of course, and she was less than impressed. Exactly how far did this jerk think that throwing things around would get him?
Pretty far, apparently. She looked at her watch again. Twenty minutes until closing.
“Beer!” Damon raised a hand in the typical fashion, like he just expected her to go over there and give the beer to him. He didn’t even specify what kind he wanted, much less acknowledge that she was a bartender, not a waitress.
“Come over here and get it then,” she said. Usually, she wouldn’t bother with saying anything. Never min
