I'd been to Deliverance exactly one other time when I wasn't working. The day after the incident, in Jared's shirt, with Tom's sturdy hands at my back.
Tonight was different. No longer forbidden to partake. I listened to the Iron Frisbees, their subpar guitar skills sounded better with a buzz. Posted up at Tom's table, I was royalty. God damn royalty. Tom's hand trailed dangerously high on my thigh. He was relaxed, fulfilled next to me as we enjoyed the pleasures of a night out.
Jameson neat in his hand, dirty martini in front of me. We'd come with others, Hunter, Pierre, and George - I couldn't really remember.
They ignored me mostly. Talked to Tom about business, shipments, and turf, meeting monthly quotas and problems that needed solutions from The Don himself. How hadn't I known wha
