Cassian POV
“All right,” I tell Paul, finishing my third drink.
I’ve been at the bar for hours, working on the fix for the barstool Paul was worried about, nursing my last two drinks, but now I don’t have any way to justify staying here any longer. I’m out of drinks, and Paul doesn’t need any more work done.
It’s enough to convince me of the fact that I need to take matters into my own hands. If there’s a line of liquor credit to be had, I need to get my hands on it.
And maybe it’s a little easier to make this decision because I’m already pretty drunk. I can’t deny that that might be a factor here.
Paul, who has been wiping down the bar, looks up at me.
“All right what?” he asks.
“All right, I’m going to collect the bounty,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes.
“You have to bring in th
